Lord
Thou hast shown the mystery
How on the Cross I died with Thee;
I need no other pow’r or way
That I may triumph day by day.
That cross of Thine is also mine
Into my life its light doth shine;
When I believe I’m dead with Thee
The world has lost its pow’r o’er me.
Since I am crucified with Thee
From sin and self I am set free;
How can I still enjoy the world
Or seek its vanities unfurled?
I take my place
dear Lord
with Thee
Upon the cross of Calvary.
Thy life and power then are mine
Since Thou and I in oneness twine.
Since Thou didst come to slay the foe
His work and power to overthrow
I too can overcome in Thee
And prove Thy mighty pow’r in me.
Yet
for the vict’ry we rely
Upon the death which Thou didst die;
We tread the path which Thou hast trod
Until we reach the goal in God.
My death with Thee I now believe
And all its meaning would receive.
Thy death more deeply show to me
That from my flesh I may be free.
I long to win as Thou hast won
To reign with Thee when Thou dost come.
If we the cross will gladly bear
Then in Thy glory we will share.