I lay my sins on Jesus, the spotless Lamb of God; he bears them all, and frees us from the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, to wash my crimson stains white in his blood most precious, till not a spot 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 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 heav'nly throng, to sing with saints his praises, to learn the angels' song.