My Sins, My Sins, My Savior

My sins

my sins

my Sav­ior!

They take such hold on me

I am not able to look up

Save on­ly

Christ

on Thee;

In Thee is all for­giv­eness

In Thee abun­dant grace

My sha­dow and my sun­shine

The bright­ness of Thy face.

My sins

my sins

my Sav­ior!

How sad on Thee they fall;

Seen through Thy gen­tle pa­tience

I ten­fold feel them all;

I know they are for­giv­en

But still

their pain to me

Is all the grief and ang­uish

They laid

my Lord

on Thee.

My sins

my sins

my Sav­ior!

Their guilt I nev­er knew

Till with Thee in the de­sert

I near Thy pas­sion drew;

Till with Thee in the gard­en

I heard Thy plead­ing pray­er

And saw the sweat-drops bloody

That told Thy sor­row there.

Therefore my songs

my Sav­ior

E’en in this time of woe

Shall tell of all Thy good­ness

To suf­fer­ing man be­low;

Thy good­ness and Thy fa­vor

Whose pre­sence from above

Rejoice those hearts

my Sav­ior

That live in Thee and love.