O the bitter shame and sorrow!

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!

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— None of self, and all of Thee!