O the Bitter Shame and Sorrow

O the bit­ter shame and sor­row

That a time could ev­er be

When I let the Sav­ior’s pi­ty

Plead in vain

and proud­ly an­swered

All of self

and none of Thee!

Yet He found me; I be­held Him

Bleeding on th’ac­curs­èd 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 heav­ens

Deeper than the deep­est sea

Lord

Thy love at last hath con­quered:

Grant me now my sup­pli­ca­tion

None of self

and all of Thee!