1
Lord, reveal Thyself to me,
That the flesh I’ll fully know;
May Thy grace so work in me,
That in dust I’ll lowly bow.
How I long for victory,
Yet, thru all my life, how weak!
Evil things I cannot leave,
Nor can do the good I seek.
EThat
the
A
flesh
I'll
E
know;
May Thy
C♯m
grace
so
B
work
in me,
EThat
in
A
dust
I'll
E
bow.
Yet, thru all my
A
life,
how
B
weak!
EEvil
C♯m
things
I
B
cannot
leave,
ENor
can
A
do
the
E
good
B7
I
E
seek.
2
Inwardly I want the Lord,
But my conduct hateful is;
Though I would, I cannot change,
O what real bondage ’tis!
By God’s law my sin’s revealed,
But the law of sin doth bind;
Though I struggle to be free,
No release my soul can find.
Inwardly I want the Lord,
But my conduct hateful is;
Though I would, I cannot change,
O what real bondage ’tis!
By God's law my sin's revealed,
But the law of sin doth bind;
Though I struggle to be free,
No release my soul can find.
E C♯mInwardly
I
B
want
the Lord,
EBut
my
A
conduct
E B7
hateful
E
is;
Though I
C♯m
would,
I
B
cannot
change,
EO
what
A
real
E
bondage
B7
’tis!
By God's law my
A
sin's
E
revealed,
But the law of
A
sin
doth
B
bind;
EThough
I
C♯m
struggle
B
to
be free,
ENo
A
release
my
E
soul
B7
can
E
find.
3
Many times I fall and rise,
Oft resolve, and often fail;
Craving vict’ry, I retreat,
And my sad defeat bewail.
Truly I am sold to sin
And completely powerless;
There’s no good within my flesh,
All is dark and sinfulness.
Many times I fall and rise,
Oft resolve, and often fail;
Craving vict'ry, I retreat,
And my sad defeat bewail.
Truly I am sold to sin
And completely powerless;
There's no good within my flesh,
All is dark and sinfulness.
EMany
C♯m
times
I
B
fall
and rise,
EOft
A
resolve,
and
E B7
often
E
fail;
Craving
C♯m
vict'ry,
B
I
retreat,
EAnd
my
A
sad
E
defeat
B7 E
bewail.
Truly I am
A
sold
to
E
sin
And completely
A B
powerless;
EThere's
no
C♯m
good
B
within
my flesh,
EAll
is
A
dark
and
E B7 E
sinfulness.
4
Now I know myself in part,
And confess my helplessness;
All my temperament is odd,
All my life corrupted is.
Subtle self I cannot trust,
Nor to fleshly strength can cling;
All my trust and all my hope
Is in Jesus Christ my King.
Now I know myself in part,
And confess my helplessness;
All my temperament is odd,
All my life corrupted is.
Subtle self I cannot trust,
Nor to fleshly strength can cling;
All my trust and all my hope
Is in Jesus Christ my King.
ENow
I
C♯m
know
B
myself
in part,
EAnd
A
confess
my
E B7 E
helplessness;
All my
C♯m B
temperament
is odd,
EAll
my
A
life
E B7
corrupted
E
is.
Subtle self I
A
cannot
E
trust,
Nor to fleshly
A
strength
can
B
cling;
EAll
my
C♯m
trust
and
B
all
my hope
EIs
in
A
Jesus
E
Christ
B7
my
E
King.
5
May the Cross put me to death
That on Christ I may rely;
May His Holy Spirit fill,
That Himself I may apply.
May His death so work in me
Daily deeper than before,
That my self may be destroyed
And His life thru me may pour.
May the Cross put me to death
That on Christ I may rely;
May His Holy Spirit fill,
That Himself I may apply.
May His death so work in me
Daily deeper than before,
That my self may be destroyed
And His life thru me may pour.
EMay
the
C♯m
Cross
put
B
me
to death
EThat
on
A
Christ
I
E
may
B7 E
rely;
May His
C♯m
Holy
B
Spirit
fill,
EThat
A
Himself
I
E
may
B7 E
apply.
May His death so
A
work
in
E
me
Daily deeper
A
than
B
before,
EThat
my
C♯m
self
may
B
be
destroyed
EAnd
His
A
life
thru
E
me
B7
may
E
pour.
6
O how bitter is my case!
Who this wretched slave can free,
Who deliver from this death,
To a life of victory?
Jesus shed His blood for me,
Christ is now my holiness;
I receive Him as my life
And my portion measureless.
O how bitter is my case!
Who this wretched slave can free,
Who deliver from this death,
To a life of victory?
Jesus shed His blood for me,
Christ is now my holiness;
I receive Him as my life
And my portion measureless.
EO
how
C♯m
bitter
B
is
my case!
EWho
this
A
wretched
E
slave
B7
can
E
free,
Who
C♯m
deliver
B
from
this death,
ETo
a
A
life
of
E B7 E
victory?
Jesus shed His
A
blood
for
E
me,
Christ is now my
A B
holiness;
EI
C♯m
receive
Him
B
as
my life
EAnd
my
A
portion
E B7 E
measureless.
7
Now I’m wholly sanctified,
Selfless, I obey His word;
Nevermore to feel ashamed
When I come before the Lord.
How transcendent is this life!
Grace thru faith He gives to me!
Praise the Lord, He heard my cry
And has made me wholly free.
Now I'm wholly sanctified,
Selfless, I obey His word;
Nevermore to feel ashamed
When I come before the Lord.
How transcendent is this life!
Grace thru faith He gives to me!
Praise the Lord, He heard my cry
And has made me wholly free.
ENow
I'm
C♯m
wholly
B
sanctified,
ESelfless,
A
I
E
obey
B7
His
E
word;
C♯mNevermore
to
B
feel
ashamed
EWhen
I
A
come
E
before
B7
the
E
Lord.
How transcendent
A
is
this
E
life!
Grace thru faith He
A
gives
to
B
me!
EPraise
the
C♯m
Lord,
He
B
heard
my cry
EAnd
has
A
made
me
E B7
wholly
E
free.