Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow

Oh

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

All of self and none of Thee.

Yet He found me; I beheld Him

Bleeding on the cursed tree;

Heard Him pray

Forgive them

Father

And my wistful heart said faintly

Some of self

and some of Thee

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

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 heart’s petition

None of self

and all of Thee

None of self

and all of Thee.