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| 1 | I left it all with Jesus long ago; |
| All my sins I brought Him, and my woe. |
| When by faith I saw Him on the tree, |
| Heard His small, still whisper, "'Tis for thee," |
| From my heart the burden rolled away—happy day! |
| From my heart the burden rolled away—happy day! |
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| 2 | I leave it all with Jesus, for He knows |
| How to steal the bitter from life's woes; |
| How to gild the teardrop with His smile, |
| Make the desert garden bloom awhile; |
| When my weakness leaneth on His might, all seems light; |
| When my weakness leaneth on His might, all seems light. |
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| 3 | I leave it all with Jesus day by day; |
| Faith can firmly trust Him, come what may. |
| Hope has dropped her anchor, found her rest |
| In the calm, sure haven of His breast; |
| Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side; |
| Love esteems it heaven to abide at His side. |
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| 4 | Oh, leave it all with Jesus, drooping soul! |
| Tell not half thy story, but the whole; |
| Worlds on worlds are hanging on His hand, |
| Life and death are waiting His command; |
| Yet His tender bosom makes thee room—oh, come home! |
| Yet His tender bosom makes thee room—oh, come home! |
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