Oh, bitter shame and sorrowThat a atime could ever beWhen I let the Saviour's pityPlead in vain, and proudly answered:All of self and none of Thee!Yet He found me, and I beheld HimBleeding 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 freeSweet 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 has conquered;Grant me now my spirit's longing:None of self, and all of Thee! Theo Monod