Not I, but ChristBe honored, loved, exalted; Be seen, be known, be heard;Not I, but ChristIn every look and action;Not I, but ChristIn every thought and word.
NONE OF SELF AND ALL OF THEE
Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow
That a time could ever be
When I let the Saviour's pityPlead 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,Sweet and strong, and, oh, 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 has conquered;
Grant me now my soul's desire,
"None of self and all of Thee."
--Theodore Monod
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