All To Thee

Christ gave his life for me, His precious blood he shed, That I might ransomed be, And quickened from the dead. He gave, he gave his life for me; How grateful I should be! He gave, he gave his life for me; How grateful I should be!

His Father' s house of light, His glory-circled throne, He left for earthly night, For wand' rings sad and lone; He left, he left it all for me, Have I left all for thee? He left, he left it all for me, Have I left all for thee?

He suffered much for me, More than I now can know, Of bitt' rest agony; He drained the cup of woe; He bore, he bore it all for me, What have I borne for thee? He bore, he bore it all for me, What have I borne for thee?

He now has brought to me, Down from his home above, Salvation full and free, Pardon and life and love. He brings, he brings rich gifts to me, Lord, I give all to thee. He brings, he brings rich gifts to me, Lord, I give all to thee.