T. Monod
OH! The bitter shame and sorrow,
That a time could ever be,
When I let the Saviour’s pity
Plead in vain, and proudly answered,
“All of Self and none of Thee.”
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Yet He found me; I beheld Him
Bleeding of the accursed tree:
Heard Him pray, “Forgive them, Father,”
And my wistful heart said faintly,
“Some of Self and some of Thee.”
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Day by day His tender mercy,
Healing, helping, full and free,
Sweet and strong, and ah! So patient,
Brought me lower, while I whispered,
“Less of Self and more of Thee.”
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Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered;
Grant me now my supplication,
“None of Self and all of Thee.”