412--Lord, reveal Thyself to me,

Lord, reveal Thyself to me,

412

	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.