T. Monod

8.7.8.7.7.

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.”