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Oh the bitter pain and sorrows Not a time could ever be When I proudly said to Jesus All of self and none of Thee Yet he formed me. I beheld Him, Bleeding on the accursed tree: And my wishful heart said family Some of self and some of thee. Day by day his tender mercy Healing, helping, full and free Brought one lower while I whispered, Loss of Self and more of Thee Higher than the highest heaven Deeper than the deepest sea, Lord thy love at last has conquered None of self and all of thee!