MY Saviour, Thou Thy love to me
In shame,in want,in pain hast showed;
For me, on the accursed tree,
Thou pouredst forth Thy guiltless blood;
Thy wounds upon my heart impress,
Nor aught shall the loved stamp efface.
O THE bitter shame and sorrow,
That a time could ever be
When I let the Saviour's pity
Plead in vain, and proudly answered :
All of self, and none of Thee!