None of Self and All of Thee

1 

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 accursed 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, ah! 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 hath conquered;

Grant me now my supplication,–

None of self and all of Thee!

Author: Theodore Monod

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