My All to Thee

I bring my sins to thee,The sins I cannot count,That all may cleansed be,In the once opened Fount:I bring them, Saviour, all to thee;The burden is too great for 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 suff'ring Saviour! all to thee.

My joys to thee I bring,The joys thy love has giv'n,That each may be a wingTo lift me nearer heav'n: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 beThine, ever thine alone.My heart, my life, my all, I bringTo thee, my Saviour and my King.