My sins, my sins, my Sav­ior!
They take such hold on me,
I am not able to look up,
Save on­ly, Christ, on Thee;
In Thee is all for­giv­eness,
In Thee abun­dant grace,
My sha­dow and my sun­shine
The bright­ness of Thy face.

My sins, my sins, my Sav­ior!
How sad on Thee they fall;
Seen through Thy gen­tle pa­tience,
I ten­fold feel them all;
I know they are for­giv­en,
But still, their pain to me
Is all the grief and ang­uish
They laid, my Lord, on Thee.

My sins, my sins, my Sav­ior!
Their guilt I ne­ver knew
Till with Thee in the de­sert
I near Thy pas­sion drew;
Till with Thee in the gard­en
I heard Thy plead­ing pray­er,
And saw the sweat-drops bloody
That told Thy sor­row there.

Therefore my songs, my Sav­ior,
E’en in this time of woe,
Shall tell of all Thy good­ness
To suf­fer­ing man be­low;
Thy good­ness and Thy fa­vor,
Whose pre­sence from above
Rejoice those hearts, my Sav­ior,
That live in Thee and love.