1 

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.

 2 

Yet He found me; I beheld Him

   Bleeding on the curs�d 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.

 3 

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.

 4 

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.