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1
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.
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.
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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2
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.
A7O,
D
Cross
of Christ, I
G
take
thee
CInto
this
A7
heart
of
D-D7
mine,
That
G
I
to
D
my
own
G7
self
may
C
die
And
G
rise
to thy life
D7Di
G-C-G
vine.
3
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.