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.’
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.’
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.’
Higher than the
highest heaven,
Deeper than the
deepest sea,
LORD, Thy love
at last hath conquered;
Grant me now my
supplication: