I heard the following song this morning played by one of my favorite pianists, Karen Krinjack of Manchester, Connecticut. Thanks Karen.
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.
Christ is all, yes, all in all,
My Christ is all in all.
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.
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