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I am crucified with Christ,
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| 1. | I am crucified with Christ, |
| | And the cross hath set me free; |
| | I have ris'n again with Christ, |
| | And He lives and reigns in me. |
| | Oh! it is so sweet to die with Christ, |
| | To the world, and self, and sin; |
| | Oh! it is so sweet to live with Christ, |
| | As He lives and reigns within. |
| 2. | Mystery hid from ancient ages! |
| | But at length to faith made plain: |
| | Christ in me the Hope of Glory, |
| | Tell it o'er and o'er again. |
| 3. | This the secret nature hideth, |
| | Harvest grows from buried grain; |
| | A poor tree with better grafted, |
| | Richer, sweeter life doth gain. |
| 4. | This the secret of the holy, |
| | Not our holiness, but Him; |
| | O Lord! empty us and fill us, |
| | With Thy fulness to the brim. |
| 5. | This the balm for pain and sickness, |
| | Just to all our strength to die, |
| | And to find His life and fulness, |
| | All our being's need supply. |
| 6. | This the story of the Master, |
| | Thru the Cross, He reached the Throne, |
| | And like Him our path to glory, |
| | Ever leads through death alone. |