T. Ryder
BURIED with Christ, and raised with Him too;
What is there left for me to do?
Simply to cease from struggling and strife,
Simply to walk in newness of life.
Glory be to God.
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Risen with Christ, my glorious Head,
Holiness now the pathway I tread,
Beautiful thought, while walking therein:
He that is dead is freed from sin.
Glory be to God.
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Living with Christ, who dieth no more,
Following Christ, who goeth before;
I am from bondage utterly freed,
Reckoning self as dead indeed.
Glory be to God.
4
Living for Christ, my members I yield,
Servants to God, forevermore sealed,
Not under law, I’m now under grace,
Sin is dethroned, and Christ takes its place.
Glory be to God.
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Growing in Christ; no more shall be named
Things of which now I’m truly ashamed;
Fruit unto holiness will I bear,
Life evermore, the end I shall share.
Glory be to God.