I Lay My Sins on Jesus

I lay my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God; He bears them all, and frees us, From the accursed load I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious Till not a spot 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, Meek, loving, lowly, mild; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's holy Child, I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heav'nly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angel's song.