Not to ourselves again,
Not to the flesh we live;
Not to the world henceforth shall we
Our strength, our being give.
The time past of our lives,
Sufficeth to have wrought
The fleshly will, which only ill
Has to us ever brought.
No truce with vanity,
Or this world's idle show;
Lust of the flesh and eye, or pride
Of life, we shall not know.
Dead to the world and all
Its gayety and pride
To its vain pomp and glory be
Forever crucified.
When he who is our life
Appears to take the throne,
We, too, shall be revealed, and shine
In glory like his own.
Shine as the sun shall we
In the bright kingdom then;
Our sky without a single cloud,
Ourselves without a stain.
Like him we then shall be
Transformed and glorified;
For we shall see him as he is,
And in his light abide.