My sins, my sins, my Savior Their guilt I never knew
Till with You in the desert I near Your passion drew;
Till with You in the garden I heard Your pleading prayer,
And saw Your blood-sweat falling That told Your sorrow there.
My sins, my sins, my Savior They captivate my view,
I cannot lift my head up, Save only, Christ, to You;
In You is all forgiveness, In You, abundant grace,
My shadow and my sunshine, The brightness of Your face.
My sins, my sins, my Savior How fierce on You they fall;
Seen through Your gentle patience, I, tenfold, feel them all;
But, now they are forgiven, Salvation heals my pain;
You bore my grief and sorrow, When You were scorned and slain.
My songs, my songs, my Savior, Throughout my time of woe,
Shall magnify Your goodness To sinful man below;
Your mercy and Your favor; Whose presence from above
Relieve those hearts, my Savior, That live in You and love.