I Bring to Thee My Heart to Fill

I bring to Thee my heart to fill;

I feel how weak I am, but still

To Thee for help I call.

In joy or grief to live or die,

For earth or Heaven, this is my cry:

Be thou my all in all.

I've little strength to call my own,

And what I've done before Thy Throne

I here confess, is small;

But on Thy strength, O God, I lean,

And through the Blood that makes me clean,

Thou art my all in all.

No tempest can my courage shake,

My love from Thee no pain can take,

No fear my heart appal;

And where I cannot see I'll trust,

For then I know Thou surely must

Be still my all in all.

(a hymn by Herbert Booth; illustration by kevsnaps27 via Unsplash.com)