#101I Bring My Sins To Thee

I bring my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansed be In the atoning fount; I bring them all to Thee, The burthen is too great for me; I bring my sins to Thee, I bring my sins to Thee.

I bring my griefs to Thee, The griefs I cannot tell; No words can picture what the heart knows so well; I bring them all to Thee, Come, I will give thee rest; I bring my griefs to Thee, I bring my griefs to Thee.

I bring my joys to Thee, The joys thy love hath given, That earth may brighter be, And more like heaven; I bring them all to Thee, Who art the fount of joy; I bring my joys to Thee, I bring my joys to Thee.