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 it 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.