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O 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.’
 
2  Yet He found me; I beheld Him
    Bleeding on the accursèd tree,
Heard Him pray, ‘Forgive them, Father!’
And my wistful heart said faintly,
    ‘Some of self, and some of Thee.’
 
3  Day by day His tender mercy,
    Healing, helping, full and free,
Sweet and strong, and O! so patient,
Brought me lower, while I whispered,
    ‘Less of self, and more of Thee.’
 
4  Higher than the highest heaven,
    Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered;
Grant me now my soul’s desire,
    ‘None of self, and all of Thee!’
 
Theodore Monod, 1836-1921