It is death (fullness of Joy)

It is death that brings life,
Loss that brings gain.
The fire is what yields
Pure gold that remains.
See, Jesus' poverty has made rich;
His humiliation triumphed.
His ruin made him fit
To revive the bereft.
A servant is not above
His master who suffered,
Whose compassionate love
From anguish never buffered.
Though the path may be trying
Which he calls me to tread
Yet I know with each striding,
He has always gone ahead.
So joyfully I give to you
What has always been yours
With my life to do
Whatever you choose, Lord.
On the altar I lay
Every hope in my veins:
The price I gladly pay,
Unending riches to gain.
For you satisfy the hunger
Of every living thing.
I know your promises are sure;
Fullness of joy you will bring.