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| 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.
|2|| 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.
|3|| 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|