None of Self and All of Thee

None of Self and All of Thee
                          Theodore Monod (1836-1921)

Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow,
That a time could ever be,
When I proudly said to Jesus,
“All of self and none of Thee.”

Yet He found me; I beheld Him
Bleeding on the cursèd tree:
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,
“Less of self and more of Thee.”

Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Lord, Thy love at last has conquered;
“None of self and all of Thee.”