Eng:279  Chin:227  Kor:227  Span:135  Tag:279  Fra:-  Por:152 

Lyrics:Watchman Nee
Music:Margaret M. Simpson
Meter:8.7.8.7.D. with chorus

Hymn using same tune:

#481

 

 1  First the blood, and then the ointment,

       Cleansing, then anointing comes;

    If we pass not thru Golgotha,

       Ne'er to Pentecost we'll come.

    If the blood has never cleansed us,

       Ne'er the Spirit's pow'r we'll know,

    If for Christ we'd truly witness,

       Self-life to the Cross must go.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.

 

 2  Christ, the Rock, must first be smitten,

       That the living water flow;

    Without death the Spirit's fulness

       Ne'er could dwell in man below.

    If with Christ we die completely,

       Willing thus our all to lose,

    He will clothe us with His power

       And to win the world will use.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.

 

 3  First the altar, then the fire,

       If no loss, there'll be no gain;

    If our all has not been offered,

       To the throne we'll ne'er attain.

    If to sacrifice we're willing,

       All forsaking, God t'obey,

    He to us will be committed

       And thru us His pow'r display.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.

 

 4  First we must prepare the vessels

       That the Oil they may contain;

    Dig the valley full of ditches

       That they may be filled with Rain.

    First we must go thru the Jordan

       Ere anointed from above;

    First in death we must be baptized,

       Then experience the Dove.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.

 

 5  When we see the ripened harvest

       Of the golden countryside,

    We may know that many seeds have

       Fallen to the earth and died.

    Ere the fruit of life may blossom,

       We must surely suffer death;

    If with Christ we've not been buried,

       We'll not feel the Spirit's breath.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.

 

 6  Since it must be thus, I pray, Lord,

       Help me go the narrow way;

    Deal with pride and make me willing

       Thus to suffer, Thee t'obey.

    I for greater power pray not,

       Deeper death is what I need;

    All the meaning of the Cross, Lord,

       Work in me — for this I plead.

 

Through the Cross, O Lord, I pray,

Put my soul-life all away;

Make me any price to pay,

Full anointing to receive.