Classic Poem

O 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 Heaven,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
" Lord, Thy love at last hath conquered,
Grant me now my soul's desire
None of Self, and all of Thee. "