1 | Lord, Thou hast shown the mystery, |
| How on the Cross I died with Thee; |
| I need no other powr or way |
| That I may triumph day by day. |
2 | That cross of Thine is also mine, |
| Into my life its light doth shine; |
| When I believe Im dead with Thee, |
| The world has lost its powr oer me. |
3 | 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? |
4 | 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. |
5 | Since Thou didst come to slay the foe, |
| His work and power to overthrow, |
| I too can overcome in Thee |
| And prove Thy mighty powr in me. |
6 | Yet, for the victry we rely |
| Upon the death which Thou didst die; |
| We tread the path which Thou hast trod |
| Until we reach the goal in God. |
7 | 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. |
8 | 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. |
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