Buried with Christ, my blessed Redeemer, Dead to the old life of folly and sin; Satan may call, the world may entreat me, There is no voice that answers within.
Refrain: Dead to the world, to voices that call me, Living anew, obedient but free; Dead to the joys that once did enthrall me, Yet ’tis not I, Christ liveth in me.
Think it not strange that things I once cherished Cannot allure me or charm as before; For in the flesh with Christ I have suffered, Old things are passed, I love them no more.
Dead unto sin, alive through the Spirit, Risen with Him from the gloom of the grave, All things are new, and I am rejoicing In His great love, His power to save.
Sin hath no more its cruel dominion, Walking “in newness of life,” I am free; Glorious life of Christ, my Redeemer, Which He so richly shareth with me.
