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 We have been clothed in Christ Children of freedom Of Justice and new light To hear whose dying sets us free We give our lives, our liberty That may we bear the cross of Christ And wear the brand-marks of Jesus in our flesh As wounded healers we become Images of the risen One