None of Self

Someone wrote:

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 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 free;

Brought me lower, while I whispered,

“None of self and all of Thee.”