I bring my sins to Thee,
The sins I can­not count,
That all may cleans­èd be
In Thy once op­ened fount;
I bring them, Sav­ior, all to Thee;
The bur­den is too great for me,
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 su­ffer­ing Sav­ior, all to Thee,
O suf­fer­ing Sav­ior, 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, Sav­ior, all to Thee,
Who hast pro­cured them all for me,
Who hast pro­cured them all for me.

My life I bring to Thee,
I would not be my own;
O Sav­ior, let me be
Thine ever, Thine alone;
My heart, my life, my all I bring
To Thee, my Sav­ior and my king,
To Thee, my Sav­ior and my king.