Oh, I left it all with Je­sus, long ago;
All my sin I brought Him and my woe
When by faith I saw Him bleed­ing on the tree;
Heard His still small whis­per, ’Tis for thee.
From my wea­ry heart the bur­den rolled away;
Happy day! hap­py day!
From my wea­ry heart the bur­den rolled away;
Happy day! hap­py day!

Oh, I leave it all with Je­sus, for He knows
How to steal the bit­ter from life’s woes,
How to gild the tear of sor­row with His smile,
Make the de­sert gar­den bloom awhile.
Then with all my weak­ness lean­eth on His might,
All is light! All is light!
Then with all my weak­ness lean­eth on His might,
All is light! All is light!

Oh, I leave it all with Je­sus, day by day;
Faith can on­ly trust Him, come what may;
Hope has dropped for aye her an­chor, found her rest
In the calm, sure ha­ven of His breast.
Love es­teems it joy of Hea­ven to abide
At His side! At His side!
Love es­teems it joy of Hea­ven to abide
At His side! At His side!

Leave, oh leave it all with Je­sus, droop­ing soul!
Tell not half thy sto­ry, but the whole;
Worlds on worlds are hang­ing ev­er on His hand,
Life and death are wait­ing His com­mand.
Yet His ten­der, lov­ing mer­cy makes thee room:
Oh, come home! Oh, come home!
Yet His ten­der, lov­ing mer­cy makes thee room:
Oh, come home! Oh, come home!