Or how about this:
When my love to Christ grows weak,
When for deeper faith I seek,
Then in thought I go to Thee,
Garden of Gethsemane!
There I walk amid the shades
While the lingering twilight fades.
See that suffering friendless One,
Weeping, praying, there alone.
When my love for man grows weak,
When for stronger faith I seek.
Hill of Calvary I go,
To the scenes of fear and woe.
There behold His agony,
Suffered on the bitter tree.
See His anguish, see His faith,
Love triumphant still in death.
Then to life I turn again,
Learning all the worth of pain.
Learning all the might that lies,
In a full self- sacrifice!
words by John R. Wreford(1837)
(Rom 6:6 ) For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin--
(Rom 6:7 ) because anyone who has died has been freed from sin.
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