1 I bring to Thee my heart to fill;
I feel how weak I am, but still
to Thee for help I call.
In joy or grief, to live or die,
for earth or heaven, this is my cry:
be Thou my all in all.
Chorus:
Christ is all, yes, all in all,
my Christ is all in all;
Christ is all, yes, all in all,
my Christ is all in all.
2 Around me in the world I see
no joy that turns my soul from Thee,
its honors fade and fall;
But with Thee, though I mount the cross,
I count it gain to suffer loss,
for Thou art all in all.
3 I've little strength to call my own,
and what I've done, before Thy throne,
I here confess, is small;
But on Thy strength, O God, I lean,
and through the blood that makes me clean,
Thou art my all in all.
4 No tempest can my courage shake,
my love from Thee no pain can take,
no fear my heart appall;
And where I cannot see, I'll trust,
for then I know Thou surely must
be still my all in all.
