In Bethlehem be born,
If He’s not born in thee
Thy soul is still forlorn.
The Cross on Golgotha,
Will never save thy soul;
The Cross in thine own heart,
Alone can make thee whole.
Into this heart of mine,
That I to my own self may die
And rise to thy life Divine.
That too become thou must;
God, if thou lovest God,
Dust, if thou lovest dust.
Go out, God will come in;
Die thou and let Him live;
Be not and He will be;
Wait and He’ll all things give.
Love takes the shortest route;
The way which knowledge leads,
Is but a roundabout.
Drive out from thee the world,
And then thy heart shall be
Filled with the love of God,
And holy like as He.
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Austin, Texas, United States
Lord we love You! Keep us loving You so that we become the same as You!
Irvine, CA, U.S.A.
I have sung this this song to my soul perhaps a thousand times, and oh how it needs to hear it again! Thank you, Hymnal.net, for bring this back to my attention.
(I'll probably always sing the older tune, though—find this song in the "Classic Hymns" section of this site to hear the older tune) [or click the "See Also" tab].