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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. |
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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, Some of self, and some of Thee. |
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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. |
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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. |