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 it 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.