From "Rivers of Living Water" by Ruth Paxson
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 oh! 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 has conquered;
Grant me now my soul's petition -
"None of self and all of Thee."
