488 Lord, Thou hast show the mystery, 1. Lord, Thou hast show 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.