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 cursed 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 soul's petition -
"None of self, and all of Thee."
- Theodore Monod
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Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"