No longer I, but Christ who lives within me

This poverty; a treasure rich beyond compare



The life we live is not our own

Christ is within us, the seed that must be sown

Formed in the pattern of God's love

We die to rise with the Lord



No longer I, but Christ who lives within me

This poverty; a treasure rich beyond compare



We have been clothed now in Christ

Children of freedom, of justice and new life

To Him whose dying set us free

We give our lives, our liberty



No longer I, but Christ who lives within me

This poverty; a treasure rich beyond compare



No longer I, but Christ who lives within me

This poverty; a treasure rich beyond compare