Yielded to God, my bo­dy, soul and spi­rit,
O what re­joic­ing fills my peace­ful breast;
All, all is well, no doubt nor fear dis­turbs me,
While on His pro­mise now alone I rest.

Yielded to God, re­pos­ing ’neath His sha­dow,
Sunshine and glad­ness round my path­way fall;
Yielded to God, whose love dis­pels all sor­row,
He is my re­fuge, and my all in all.

Yielded to God, my life and its de­vo­tion,
Yielded the ser­vice of my days and years;
O what a peace per­vades my ev­ery feel­ing,
O what sweet vi­sion on my sight ap­pears.

Yielded to God, and in His ho­ly keep­ing,
My heart His tem­ple ev­er­more shall be;
Yielded to God, in will­ing con­se­cra­tion,
Blessèd Re­deem­er, I am lost in Thee.