LORD, THOU HAST SHOWN THE MYSTERY
1. 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.
2. 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.
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 pow'r in me.
6. 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.
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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