Not ours, but His – the precious jewels of His Kingdom fair.

He owns them, loans them to us

For a little time to dwell with us on earth

That for their place with Him we might their hearts prepare.

Then, following our King’s command,

We cleanse and polish each most precious stone,

With tears and prayers for daily strength to ready them

Unto that day when they’ll appear

Before their Father’s throne.

Not ours, but His – someday they shall be found

As shining stars for Him in Heaven’s Holy Place,

As pure and brilliant jewels they shall shine –

The bright adornment of His glorious Crown.