My old man has been crucified with Him,

My old man has been crucified with Him, With all its foul corruption deep within; And buried too its nature serpentine, Completely finished — this great fact is mine, I hold it fast.

But there's a Person in my spirit now, Born as a babe so small, so weak, so low; Who by the Word's pure milk will grow to be The overcoming inner man in me To gain my heart.

Christ as my Person must posses my heart And be preeminent in every part. The former owner died but haunts it still. O Lord, move in; my mind, emotion, will Now welcome Thee.

In spirit mingled, we are one, O Lord, The human and divine in one accord; Yet Thou must have a proper faculty That all Thy glorious personality May be expressed.

So, Lord, I give my heart to Thee today, That it may be Thy home in every way, A place for Thee to come and settle down, And all Thy grand recovery work to crown In one new man.