Neither water nor clay—salt are we!
Not of sea nor of earth—heavenly!
Our corrupt nature vile, put off wholly;
Nat'ral created life, stripped off fully;
Nature pure—bright, clean appearance—
Left here for corruption's clearance.
Earth's affairs try to snare—keep us e'er free!
We would ne'er lose that pure flavor heav'nly;
We'd manifest our function, not trampled be,
Not punished, but rewarded when Christ we see.

We transcend demons, men—shine as light!
Far beyond sea or land—mountain's height!
Freed from sin's every invasion threat'ning,
Freed from all human life's veils and troubling;
Not ‘neath bushels, but on lampstands
To shine light in all directions.
By Thy grace, we'd prepare, watchful, praying,
Darkness dispelling, our ministry fulfill,
Ent'ring into the Kingdom—bright, shining still!