1  Lord, reveal Thyself to me,

    That the flesh I'll fully know;

    May Thy grace so work in me,

    That in dust I'll lowly bow.

    How I long for victory,

    Yet, thru all my life, how weak!

    Evil things I cannot leave,

    Nor can do the good I seek.

 2  Inwardly I want the Lord,

    But my conduct hateful is;

    Though I would, I cannot change,

    O what real bondage 'tis!

    By God's law my sin's revealed,

    But the law of sin doth bind;

    Though I struggle to be free,

    No release my soul can find.

 3  Many times I fall and rise,

    Oft resolve, and often fail;

    Craving vict'ry, I retreat,

    And my sad defeat bewail.

    Truly I am sold to sin

    And completely powerless;

    There's no good within my flesh,

    All is dark and sinfulness.

 4  Now I know myself in part,

    And confess my helplessness;

    All my temperament is odd,

    All my life corrupted is.

    Subtle self I cannot trust,

    Nor to fleshly strength can cling;

    All my trust and all my hope

    Is in Jesus Christ my King.

 5  May the Cross put me to death

    That on Christ I may rely;

    May His Holy Spirit fill,

    That Himself I may apply.

    May His death so work in me

    Daily deeper than before,

    That my self may be destroyed

    And His life thru me may pour.

 6  O how bitter is my case!

    Who this wretched slave can free,

    Who deliver from this death,

    To a life of victory?

    Jesus shed His blood for me,

    Christ is now my holiness;

    I receive Him as my life

    And my portion measureless.

 7  Now I'm wholly sanctified,

    Selfless, I obey His word;

    Nevermore to feel ashamed

    When I come before the Lord.

    How transcendent is this life!

    Praise the Lord, He heard my cry

    And has made me wholly free.