TO THEE,

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 4, 1871

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.

My heart to thee I bring, The heart I cannot read; A faithless, wandering thing, An evil heart indeed. I bring it, Saviour, now to thee, That fixed and faithful it may be.

To thee I bring my care, The care I cannot flee; Thou wilt not only share, But take it all for me. O loving Saviour, now to thee I bring the load that wearies me.

I bring my grief to thee, The grief I cannot tell; No words will needed be, Thou knowest all so well. I bring the sorrow laid on me, O suffering Saviour, 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, Saviour, all to thee, Who hast procured them all for me.

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.

—Sel.