I lay my sins on Jesus, the spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us from the accursèd
load;
I bring my guilt to Jesus, to wash my crimson
stains
White in His blood most precious, till not a stain
remains.
I lay my wants on Jesus; all fullness
dwells in Him;
He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem:
I lay my griefs on Jesus, my burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases, He all my sorrows
shares.
I rest my soul on Jesus, this weary soul of
mine;
His right hand me embraces, I on His breast
recline.
I love the Name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the
Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes His Name abroad is
poured.
I long to be like Jesus, strong, loving, lowly,
mild;
I long to be like Jesus, the Father’s holy Child:
I long to be with Jesus, amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints His praises, to learn the
angels’ song.
