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 long­er is our life
A thing un­used or vain;
To us, now here, to live is Christ,
To us to die is gain.

Our life is hid with Christ,
With Christ in God above;
Upward our heart would go to Him,
Whom, seeing not, we love.

When He who is our life
Appears, to take the throne,
We too shall be re­vealed and shine
In glo­ry like His own.

He liv­eth, and we live!
His life for us pre­vails;
His full­ness fills our migh­ty void,
His strength for us avails.

Life work­eth in us now,
Life is for us in store;
So death is swal­lowed up of life;
We live for ev­er­more.

Shine as the sun shall we
In that bright king­dom then,
Our sky with­out a cloud or mist,
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.

Not to our­selves we live,
Not to our­selves we die;
Unto the Lord we die or live,
With Him are we on high.

We seek the things above,
For we are on­ly His;
Like Him we soon shall be, for we
Shall see Him as He is.