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鑔 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.