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! Yet He found me; I beheld Him Bleeding on th’ 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, Sweet 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 Further reading: The Lesson of King Uzziah]]>

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