I BRING my sins to Thee, The sins I cannot count, That I now cleansed may 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.
My life I bring to Thee, I would not be my own; O Saviour, may I be Thine ever, Thine alone! My heart, my life, my all, I bring To Thee, my Saviour and my King.
Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-79