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 cursed 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,
Sweet =
and strong, and ah, so patient,
Brought me lower while I whispered =
–
"Less of self, and more of =
Thee."
Higher than the highest heavens,
=
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last hath =
conquered:
Grant me now my soul’s petition –
=
"None of self, and all of Thee."
– Theodore Monod
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net =
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I =
Love!"