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 fiee; Thou wilt not only share, But bear 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, now to Thee. My joys to thee I bring, The joys Thy love hath given, That each may be a wing To lift me nearer heaven. I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee, For Thou hast purchased 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...OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER TWO LIVES: CONCLUSION. INDIAN SUMMER by WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH PHILIP, KING OF MACEDON by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE THESEUS, SELECTION by BACCHYLIDES CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: DEDICATION TO R. WENMAN by WILLIAM BASSE |