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."
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 oh, 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 has conquered;
Grant me now my supplication:
"None of self, and all of Thee."
"All have sinned and come short of the glory of God."
"This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners."