That which hinders and slackens a winning pace,
Every impediment in this race,
Each contaminant spoiling the soul,
Whatever keeps from making me whole—
These weights to the Cross, O Lord, I bring,
Presenting my body as an offering.
Leaving my sinful self and choice idols there,
I find fresh life and a treasure rare.
This precious treasure is “Christ in me,”
Granted to those seeking thirstily—
Those who are desperate in their faith,
This treasure gives unimaginable strength.
What once I attempted in futility,
Has become a blest reality.
Instead of trying to be better,
This inner Guest is now my Victor.
“Christ in me”—an abiding treasure—
Fills my days and my nights with joyful pleasure.
The power is His, I am ever mindful,
Knowing my vessel is but fragile.
I pray, O Lord, for Your constant care,
As I Your child this rich treasure bare.
“Christ in me”! I stand guard jealously—
Lest lesser loves come steal this treasure from me.
