1  My old man has been crucified with Him,

    With all its foul corruption deep within;

    And buried too its nature serpentine,

    Completely finished — this great fact is mine,

       I hold it fast.

 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

    The overcoming inner man in me

       To gain my heart.

 3  Christ as my Person must possess my heart

    And be preeminent in every part.

    The former owner died but haunts it still.

    O Lord, move in; my mind, emotion, will

       Now welcome Thee.

 4  In spirit mingled, we are one, O Lord,

    The human and divine in one accord;

    Yet Thou must have a proper faculty

    That all Thy glorious personality

       May be expressed.

 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,

    And all Thy grand recovery work to crown

       In one new man.