Shall I be an overcomer?
Or shall I be overcome?
How this all-important question
To my soul comes rushing home;
For I feel so weak and sinful,
Almost helpless seem to lie,
Scarcely lisping this petition;
Save me, Jesus, or I die. Shall I be an overcomer?
Or shall I be overcome?
Shall I fall beneath the power
Of the strong and wicked one?
No; I know there is One stronger
Who can bind the man of sin.
Watch, my soul, a little longer;
Watch and pray and wait for him. Shall I be an overcomer?
Or shall I be overcome?
Shall I hear the welcome plaudit
Of that joyful sound, Well done?
Oh! I know I am unworthy,
So unfaithful have I been,
Often yielding to the tempter,
Or to some besetting sin. Shall I be an overcomer?
Or shall I be overcome?
Now the door of mercy’s open
I will enter while there’s room;
For I hear my Saviour saying,
Buy of me the gold that’s tried;
Though you are both poor and wretched
All thy wants shall be supplied.