OH, THE BITTER SHAME AND SORROW
1. Oh, the bitter
shame and sorrow,
That a time could
ever be,
When I proudly said
to Jesus,
"All of self,
and none of Thee."
"All of self,
and none of Thee."
"All of self,
and none of Thee."
When I proudly said
to Jesus,
"All of self,
and none of Thee."
2. Yet He found me;
I beheld Him
Bleeding on
th'accursed tree
And my wistful
heart said faintly,
"Some of self,
and some of Thee."
"Some of self,
and some of Thee."
And my wistful
heart said faintly,
"Some of self,
and some of Thee."
3. Day by day His
tender mercy,
Healing, helping,
full and free,
Brought me lower
while I whispered,
"Less of self,
and more of Thee."
"Less of self,
and more of Thee."
"Less of self,
and more of Thee."
Brought me lower
while I whispered,
"Less of self,
and more of Thee."
4. Higher than the
highest heavens,
Deeper than the
deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at
last has conquered;
"None of self,
and all of Thee."
"None of self,
and all of Thee."
"None of self,
and all of Thee."
Lord, Thy love at
last has conquered;
"None of self,
and all of Thee."
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