225. I Left It All With Jesus Long Ago

P.M.
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!
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.
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.
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!