TO THEE

I bring my sins to thee

The sins I cannot count,

That all may cleansed be

In thy once-opened fount.

I bring them, Saviour, all to thee;

The burden is too great for me.

My heart to thee I bring,

The heart I cannot read;

A faithless, wandering thing,

An evil heart indeed.

I bring it, Saviour, now to thee,

That fixed and faithful it may be

To thee I bring my care,

The care I cannot flee;

Thou wilt not only share,

But take it all for me.

O loving Saviour, now to thee,

I bring the load that wearies me.

I bring my grief to thee,

The grief I cannot tell;

No words shall needed be,

Thou knowest all so well.

I bring the sorrow laid on me,

O suffering Saviour! all to thee.

My joys to thee I bring,

The joys thy love has given,

That each may be a wing

To lift me nearer heaven.

I bring them, Saviour, all to thee,

Who hast procured them all for me.

My life I bring to thee,

I would not be my own;

O Saviour! let me be

Thine ever, thine alone!

My heart, my life, my all, I bring

To thee, my Saviour and my King.