My sins, my sins, my Savior! They take such hold on me, I am not able to look up, Save only, Christ, on Thee; In Thee is all forgiveness, In Thee abundant grace, My shadow and my sunshine The brightness of Thy face. My sins, my sins, my Savior! Their guilt I never knew Till with Thee in the desert I near Thy passion drew; Till with Thee in the garden I heard Thy pleading prayer, And saw the sweat-drops bloody That told Thy sorrow there. Therefore my songs, my Savior, E'en in this time of woe, Shall tell of all Thy goodness To suff'ring man below; Thy goodness and Thy favor, Whose presence from above Rejoice those hearts, my Savior, That live in Thee and love.