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! 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. 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. 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!