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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARAB by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER THE TWO OLD BACHELORS by EDWARD LEAR THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED THE PROCLAMATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SEA LAVENDER by LOUISE MOREY BOWMAN |