If I'd know Christ's risen power,

I must ever love the Cross;

Life from death alone arises;

There's no gain except by loss.

If I'd have Christ formed within me,

I must breathe my final breath,

Live within the Cross's shadow,

Put my soul-life e'er to death.

If God thru th' Eternal Spirit

Nail me ever with the Lord;

Only then as death is working

Will His life thru me be poured.