Classic Poem

All my doubts I give to Jesus,
I've his gracious promise heard;
I shall never be confounded,
I am trusting in his word
All my sins I lay on Jesus,
He has washed me in his blood;
He will keep me pure and holy,
He will bring me home to God
All my fears I give to Jesus,
Rest my weary soul on him;
Tho' my way be hid in darkness,
Never can his light grow dim
All in all I have in Jesus,
Poor, yet rich as cherubim;
Ignorant, and full of weakness,
Heav'n's own store I find in him.

I am trusting, I am trusting,
I am trusting in his word;
I shall never be confounded,
I am trusting in his word.