I lay my sins on Je­sus,
The spot­less Lamb of God;
He bears them all, and frees us
From the ac­curs­èd load;
I bring my guilt to Je­sus,
To wash my crim­son stains
White in His blood most pre­cious,
Till not a stain 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 hea­ven­ly throng,
To sing with saints His prais­es,
To learn the an­gels’ song.