1 My old man has been crucified with Him,
With all its foul corruption deep within;
And buried too its nature serpentine,
2 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
3 Christ as my Person must possess my heart
And be preeminent in every part.
The former owner died but haunts it still.
4 In spirit mingled, we are one, O Lord,
The human and divine in one accord;
Yet Thou must have a proper faculty
5 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,