Unmake Me, Lord

Unmake me, Lord, with Your sweet Cross
     That You may rise in me;
My worldly gain I count as loss:
     From sin please set me free.

Now I consent to be un-done—
     On Cross with You I die—
And when I am with You as one
     Then I in Your grave lie.

But sweetness of the Cross reveals
     My true self who will rise;
With You I step from tomb unsealed,
     Am free from Satan’s lies.

And now I rest in Mother’s arms
     Held You in Bethlehem;
She keeps my new self free from harm
     As me to world she sends.