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 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 !