Oh, how I wish to walk through life
As pleasing to my Lord;
I struggle, stumble, battle strife
Uphill against a horde.
Temptation ever present — how
I fight and fall and sigh;
I would be like Him even now;
“Lord, help me” is my cry.
He takes my hand and turns me round
To view what He has done;
He died, and dead upon the ground
Am I, a victory won.
My death with him — I’ve died to sin!
The corpse of sinful self
Is seen as dead as I begin
A life anew in Him.
With upward look, I put my trust,
My hope, in Conqueror’s power;
To have His peace I really must
Grasp resurrection’s hour.
No longer need I walk alone —
My heart beats with His heart;
Not only did His work atone,
But life and power impart.
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