The Sanctified Life

Verse 1

No doubt, my dear friends, you have heard people say: “I’m sick of this ‘up-and-down’ life; I wish I could find ‘a more excellent way’, Where cometh no envy and strife.”

Chorus

“Where cometh no envy and strife, With anger and selfishness rife; I wish I could find ‘a more excellent way’, Where cometh no envy and strife.”

Verse 2

I’ll sing you a song of the sanctified life, A life “set apart” from all sin; A beautiful life, free from “envy and strife”; For Jesus is dwelling within.

Chorus 2

For Jesus is dwelling within, And keeping the soul calm and clean; A beautiful life, free from “envy and strife”; For Jesus is dwelling within.

Verse 3

I used to grow nervous, impatient, and pout, When things would not go just my way, But now ‘tis quite diff’rent; I look up and shout, For Jesus is in me to stay.

Chorus 3

For Jesus is in me to stay, I’m sanctified wholly today, And now ‘tis quite diff’rent; I look up and shout, For Jesus is in me to stay.

Verse 4

Perhaps, my dear friend, you would like to know how This change in my nature was made; And why I am singing this song to you now— Not feeling the least bit afraid.

Chorus 4

Not feeling the least bit afraid, Faint-hearted, ashamed, nor dismayed; Yes, brother, I’m singing this song to you now, Not feeling the least bit afraid.

Verse 5

One night, while communing with Jesus, quite late, He whispered this message so true; “Despised and rejected, and outside the gate, I suffered to sanctify you.”

Chorus 5

“I suffered to sanctify you, To save, heal, and sanctify you, Despised and rejected, and outside the gate, I suffered to sanctify you.

Verse 6

I knelt at the cross where His blood was applied, The blood that eradicates sin, And there the dear Savior my soul sanctified, And gave me “the witness” within.

Chorus 6

He gave me the witness within, And glory from heaven shone in; ‘Twas there the dear Saviour my soul sanctified, And gave me the witness within.

Verse 7

Since then I’ve been marching with triumphant tread Thro’ Canaan’s rich, fruit-bearing clime; For self has been slain and the “old man” is dead, And vict’ry is mine all the time.

Chorus 7

Sweet vict’ry is mine all the time, The “fulness of joy” now is mine; Since self has been slain and the “old man” has died, Sweet vic’try is mine all the time.