Growing up, my mother taught me to love hymns and I'd like to share one of those with you today. I regret that I could not find a audio/visual version to share. But the lyrics are the most important part so you may wish to read them as if it were a poem.
A New Creature by T.O. Chisholm
Verse 1: Buried with Christ,
my blessed Redeemer,
Dead to the old life
of folly and sin;
Satan may call, the
world may entreat me,
There is no voice
that answers within.
Chorus: Dead to the world,
to voices that call me,
Living anew, obedient
but free;
Dead to the joys that
once did enthrall me—
Yet ‘tis not I,
Christ liveth in me.
Verse 2: Dead unto sin, alive
through the Spirit,
Risen with Him from
the gloom of the grave,
All things are new,
and I am rejoicing
In His great love,
His power to save.
Verse 3: Sin hath no more its
cruel dominion,
Walking in newness of
life I am free—
Glorious life of
Christ, my Redeemer,
Which He so richly
shareth with me.