I Bring My Sins to Thee

1I 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.

2I 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 suff'ring Saviour! all to Thee.

3My 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 fix'd and faithful it may be.

4My 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.