What great provision God has made

In Jesus' death on Calvary!

I hung with Him upon the tree,

And in His tomb I too was laid.

I rose with Him from out the grave —

And how shall I who died to sin

Continue still to live therein,

The victor living as the slave?

At God's right hand He took His place,

And while for saints my Savior pleads,

My heart for sinners intercedes

That they might know His saving grace.

Oh, what a name to me is given —

A son of God, by second birth!

I represent Him on the earth,

He represents me now in heaven.

As Jesus dwells beyond the skies,

I dwell within this world of strife;

And as He lives within my life,

In Him I'm in the heavenlies!