Father of love, of justice and of mercy,
Thou art the dawn, the star at eventide;
Show Thou Thy face, and light my way to Calvíry,
There all my sins in Thee to hide.
I bring Thee all my sins,
None can forgive but Thee.
I bring Thee all, I bring Thee all;
O, give Thyself to me, I bring Thee all.
O Thou, of Whom the heavíns are but a symbol,
Be Thou the sun that draws my heart to Thee;
Be Thou the light the stars at night do kindle,
Thy love is more than all to me.
I bring Thee all my heart,
None do I love like Thee.
O Man of Sorrows, praying in the garden,
Thy sweat as blood falls down upon the ground.
In that dark agony my sins are pardoned;
My solace in Thy grief is found.
I bring Thee all my tears,
None can console like Thee.