Guest of the Soul

From Samuel Brengle's holiness classic, The Guest of the Soul:

O 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 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 has conquered,
Grant me now my spirit's longing --
"None of self and all of Thee."