I Bring My Sins to Thee

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.

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 suff'ring Saviour! all to thee.

My heart to thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read,
A faithless, wand'ring thing,
An evil heart indeed:
I bring it, Saviour, now to thee,
That fix'd and faithful it may be.

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.