If I’d know Christ’s risen power.
I must ever love the Cross;
Life from death alone arises;
There’s no gain except by loss.
I must ever love the Cross;
Life from death alone arises;
There’s no gain except by loss.
If I’d have Christ formed within me,
I must breathe my final breath,
Live within the Cross’s shadow,
Put my soul-life e’er to death.
I must breathe my final breath,
Live within the Cross’s shadow,
Put my soul-life e’er to death.
If God thru th’ Eternal Spirit
Nail me ever with the Lord;
Only then as death is working
Will His life thru me be poured.
Nail me ever with the Lord;
Only then as death is working
Will His life thru me be poured.