We Long To Move And Breathe In Thee


We long to move and breathe in Thee,
Inspired with Thine own breath,
To give Thy life, O Lord, and be
Baptized into Thy death,
Baptized into Thy death.

Thy death to sin we die below,
But we shall rise in love;
We here are planted in Thy woe,
But we shall bloom above,
But we shall bloom above.

Above we shall Thy glory share,
As we Thy cross have borne;
E’en we shall crowns of honor wear,
When we the thorns have worn,
When we the thorns have worn.

Thy crown of thorns is all our boast,
While now we fall before
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
And tremble, love, adore,
And tremble, love, adore.