I bring my sins to thee, the sins I cannot count,
That all may cleansed be, in thy once open’d 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, wand’ring thing—an evil heart indeed;
I bring it, Saviour, now to thee, that fixed and faithful it may be.
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 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.
To Thee, my Saviour, and my King!
Frances R. Havergal
