Scepters and crowns unenvied rise,
And lose their luster in my eyes.
3 Content, obscure, I pass my days,
To all I meet unknown,
And wait till thou thy child shalt raise,
And seat me near thy throne:
No name, no honors here I crave,
Well pleased with those beyond the grave.
4 Jesus, my elder brother, lives;
With him I, too, shall reign;