Oh,
to live again, my Lord! Oh, 'tis wonderful, my Lord -
To
look back o'er my path and see all was designed for me
That
I might learn to love and live like Thee!
The
endless pain, the agony of my own dark Gethsemane -
Oh--the
deep, dark-filled tomb of Self's own barren womb!
To
live again is victory sweet, my Precious Lord.
Idrank
the bitter cup in fellowship with Thee.
My
Lord, my God and King, I know the agony
Of
Self and Will destroyed that Love might then be employed
To
know Thy paths, Thy Ways, I sought, my Lord.
Oh,
too
wonderful, my Lord, to live and reign with Thee, my Lord!
How
could I ever know that pain could bless me so;
That
deeper depths are but the steps to Heavenly places go?
To
rise, to see Thy Face, my Lord! Beside Thee take my place, my Lord;
No
price too much to ask, nor none too low the task
To
rise to Heavenly Heights, to Thy Throne, O God.
Oh,
yes, to rise again - my Lord - with Thee to reign,
Self
crucified! Love did the victory gain!
To
come out from my grave victor o'er sin's dark cave -
Oh,
yes, to live again,
To
see Thy Word come true -
Do
all You said You'd do.
To
face the Son, the victory won--
Oh,
yes,
TO
LIVE AGAIN IN HEAVEN ON EARTH -
MY
LOVE, MY LORD!!!