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I bring my all to Thee, dear Lord
Hymnal: The Salvation Army Music #38 (1900) First Line: Oft have I heard thy tender voice Languages: English Tune Title: I BRING MY ALL TO THEE
I bring my all to Thee, dear Lord
Uncertain How The Way To Find
Author: John Newton Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #12036 Lyrics: 1 Uncertain how the way to find
Which to salvation led;
I listened long, with anxious mind,
To hear what others said.
2 When some of joys and comforts told
I feared that I was wrong;
For I was stupid, dead, and cold,
Had neither joy nor song.
3 The Lord my laboring heart relieved,
And made my burden light;
Then for a moment I believed,
Supposing all was right.
4 Of fierce temptations others talked,
Of anguish and dismay;
Thro’ what distresses they had walked,
Before they found the way.
5 Ah! then I thought my hopes were vain,
For I had lived at ease;
I wished for all my fears again,
To make me more like these.
6 I had my wish, the Lord disclosed
The evils of my heart;
And left my naked soul exposed
To Satan’s fiery dart.
7 Alas! "I now must give it up,"
I cried in deep despair;
How could I dream of drawing hope,
From what I cannot bear!
8 Again my Savior brought me aid,
And when He set me free,
"Trust simply on My word," He said,
"And leave the rest to Me." Languages: English Tune Title: I BRING MY ALL TO THEE
Uncertain How The Way To Find
The Little Cares Which Fretted Me
Author: Elizabeth Browning, 1806-1861 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3809 Lyrics: 1. The little cares which fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
2. The foolish fears of what may come,
I cast them all away
Among the clover scented grass,
Among the new mown hay;
Among the hushing of the corn,
Where drowsing poppies nod,
Ill thoughts can die, and good be born,
Out in the fields of God. Languages: English Tune Title: I BRING MY ALL TO THEE
The Little Cares Which Fretted Me
