BE it according to thy word; This moment let it be! O that I now, my gracious...

BE it according to thy word; This moment let it be! O that I now, my gracious Lord, Might lose my life for thee!

Now, Jesus, let thy powerful death Into my being come; Slay the old Adam with thy breath; The man of sin consume.

My old affections mortify, Nail to the cross my will; Daily and hourly bid me die, Or altogether kill.

Jesus, my life, appear within, And bruise the serpent's head; Enter my soul, extirpate sin, Cast out the cursed seed.

Hast thou not made me willing, Lord? Would I not die this hour? Then speak the killing, quickening word; Slay, raise me, by thy power.

Slay me, and I in thee shall trust, With thy dead men arise, Awake, and sing out of the dust, Soon as this nature dies.

O let it now make haste to die, The mortal wound receive! So shall I live; and yet not I, But Christ in me shall live.

Be it according to thy word! This moment let it be! The life I lose for thee, my Lord, I find again in thee.