Quotes about Yield

Thou truly canst not guide whom thou lovest; but God guideth whom He will; and He best knoweth those who yield to guidance.

But other fell into good ground, and brought forth fruit, some an hundredfold, some sixtyfold, some thirtyfold.

We cannot be filled with the Spirit until we are prepared to yield ourselves to be led by the Lord Jesus—to forsake and sacrifice everything for this pearl of great price.

It is not as if we had to seek to have more of the Spirit: we have Him in the fulness of the gift as it is. It is rather the Holy Spirit who must have more of us. As we yield ourselves entirely to Him He will entirely fill us. It is from WITHIN that the blessing must come: the fountain of living water is already there; the fountain has only to be open and every obstruction cleared and the water shall stream forth. It must spring from WITHIN.

The strength of God's love in Christ enabled Him to give up His life wholly for us. The same strength is available to us, and as we yield ourselves wholly to it, we shall be able to make the welfare of others the central object of our lives. Those who give themselves wholly into the keeping of God's love will experience His power and all-sufficiency.

The condition for obtaining God's full blessing is absolute surrender to Him.

Revelation flows more quickly and easily through a yielded vessel. Higher realms of glory are available to those who humbly surrender themselves to the Holy Spirit.

We pray because our life comes from God and we yield it back in prayer. Prayer is a great antidote to the illusion that we are self-made.

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:I strove against the stream and all in vain:Let the great river take me to the main:No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;Ask me no more.

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?

Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept and accept the end Of a love or a season?