“Oh the bitter shame and sorrow” by Theodore Monod

Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow,
That a time could ever be,
All of self, and none of Thee,
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,
Brought me lower while I whispered,
Less of self, and more of Thee,

Higher than the highest heavens,
Deeper than the deepest sea,
Grant me now my heart’s petition,
None of self, and all of Thee,