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Words: Fanny Crosby
Music: Anthony D. Moore (2005) Lord, at Thy mercy seat, humbly I fall; Pleading Thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call; Now let Thy work begin, oh, make me pure within, Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus, my all. Jesus, my all. Tears of repentant grief, silently fall; Help Thou my unbelief, hear Thou my call; Oh, my soul longs for Thee! ‘Tis all my hope and plea: Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all. Jesus, my all. Still at Thy mercy seat, Savior, I fall; Trusting Thy promise sweet, heard is my call; Faith wings my soul to Thee; this all my song shall be, Jesus has died for me, Jesus, my all. Jesus, my all. |
"Jesus, My All" was written as early as 1866. Someone was singing the air to the old Scotch song "Robin Adair," and I remarked how beautiful it was. Henry Brown said, "I challenge you to write a hymn to that melody." I immediately wrote the words following, Lord, at Thy mercy seat, humbly I fall;
Pleading Thy promise sweet, Lord, hear my call; Now let Thy work begin, oh, make me pure within, Cleanse me from every sin, Jesus, my all. |
