Pushing on, we shun dishonesty, though one finds
That to truth the god of this world has blinded minds;
We preach, not ourselves (mere servants!) but Christ, for God,
Light's Creator, likewise shines His glory abroad
In our hearts from Christ's face, a treasure that He lays
In mere earthen vessels, that He, not us, be praised.
We're hard-pressed, but not crushed; cast down, but not destroyed;
Our bodies that die with Christ are by His life buoyed.
We're dying to grant you life, but - in faith we speak -
He Who raised up Christ will like work in us repeat;
Our outer man decays, but the inner's renewed,
Our light brief pains will pass - eternal glory's viewed!
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