In Christ reborn
Could this heart stop beating?
Could this spirit fly?
To leave behind earth's battle fields
No tears these eyes would cry.
Eager to leave this checkerboard
Made up of night and day,
Gladly to go with head held high
To leave this house of clay.
Far, would I bid my soul to roam
To lofty spheres on high
Beyond the moon, beyond the stars
To that bright shining sky.
There to behold Christ's kingly face.
Once more to feel his warm embrace,
There in that longed for glory morn
Released from sin, in Christ reborn.