1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.