I Bring My Sins To Thee

1I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansed be In the atoning fount;
I bring them all to Thee, The burthen is too great for me;
I bring my sins to Thee, I bring my sins to Thee.

2I bring my griefs to Thee, The griefs I cannot tell;
No words can picture what the heart knows so well;
I bring them all to Thee, Come, I will give thee rest;
I bring my griefs to Thee, I bring my griefs to Thee.

3I bring my joys to Thee, The joys thy love hath given, That earth may brighter be,
And more like heaven; I bring them all to Thee, Who art the fount of joy;
I bring my joys to Thee, I bring my joys to Thee.