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                            Though Christ a thousand times
In Bethlehem be born,
If He's not born in thee
Thy soul is still forlorn.
The Cross on Golgotha,
Will never save thy soul;
The Cross in thine own heart,
Alone can make thee whole.
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                        O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
    And rise to thy life Divine.
                                                      GO, Cross 
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AChrist, I 
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Ato this 
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Dmine, 
GThat I 
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                            What e'er thou lovest, man,
That too become thou must;
God, if thou lovest God,
Dust, if thou lovest dust.
Go out, God will come in;
Die thou and let Him live;
Be not and He will be;
Wait and He'll all things give.
                                                              What e'er thou lovest, man,
That too become thou must;
God, if thou lovest God,
Dust, if thou lovest dust.
Go out, God will come in;
Die thou and let Him live;
Be not and He will be;
Wait and He'll all things give.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                               
                        O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
    And rise to thy life Divine.
                                                      O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
    And rise to thy life Divine.
                                                                   
                                  
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                            To bring thee to thy God,
Love takes the shortest route;
The way which knowledge leads,
Is but a roundabout.
Drive out from thee the world,
And then thy heart shall be
Filled with the love of God,
And holy like as He.
                                                              To bring thee to thy God,
Love takes the shortest route;
The way which knowledge leads,
Is but a roundabout.
Drive out from thee the world,
And then thy heart shall be
Filled with the love of God,
And holy like as He.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                               
                        O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
    And rise to thy life Divine.
                                                      O, Cross of Christ, I take thee
  Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
    And rise to thy life Divine.
                                                                   
                            
                                         
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Austin, Texas, United States
Lord we love You! Keep us loving You so that we become the same as You!
Irvine, CA, U.S.A.
I have sung this this song to my soul perhaps a thousand times, and oh how it needs to hear it again! Thank you, Hymnal.net, for bring this back to my attention.
(I'll probably always sing the older tune, though—find this song in the "Classic Hymns" section of this site to hear the older tune) [or click the "See Also" tab].