A freewill offering of thine hand, which thou shalt give unto the Lord.@Deuteronomy 16:10
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Evangeline C. Booth (1865-1950)

Evangeline C. Booth, Songs of the Evangel 1927 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Out of the purple shadows of the Borderland God had called me back to life and service. I remember something of those days during which, semi-conscious, I hovered between two worlds. I had suffered so terribly and so long, and was broken in every fibre of my being. But as my blood quickened, as my eyes began to clear, and the fragrance of the lovely Spring breathed upon me through the open window, the precious reality of life was verified to me. Again to speak for Him, again to live for Him, again to win lost souls for Him! The pricelessness of that treasure overwhelmed me! With fingers that trembled I made my first effort upon the strings of my beloved harp, and the new consecration of my every faculty crystallized in the song: ‘I Bring Thee All.’

Father of love, of justice and of mercy,
Thou art the dawn, the star at eventide;
Show Thou Thy face, and light my way to Calv’ry,
There all my sins in Thee to hide.
I bring Thee all my sins,
None can forgive but Thee.

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I bring Thee all, I bring Thee all;
O, give Thyself to me, I bring Thee all.

O Thou, of whom the heav’ns are but a symbol,
Be Thou the sun that draws my heart to Thee;
Be Thou the light the stars at night do kindle,
Thy love is more than all to me.
I bring Thee all my heart,
None do I love like Thee.

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O Man of Sorrows, praying in the garden,
Thy sweat as blood falls down upon the ground.
In that dark agony my sins are pardoned;
My solace in Thy grief is found.
I bring Thee all my tears,
None can console like Thee.

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