1  Not by wrestling, but by clinging

       Shall we be most blest;

    Wrestling only brings us sorrow;

       Clinging brings us rest.

 2  When we stay our feeble efforts,

       And from struggling cease,

    Unconditional surrender

       Brings us God's own peace.

 3  Lean we all our weight on Jesus,

       Who alone can save;

    He by might of love hath triumphed

       O'er His willing slave.

 4  Yielding, we shall know true conquest;

       Dying, we shall live;

    "Not my will, but Thine" prevaileth,

       Victory to give.