There is no gain but by a loss

There is no gain but by a loss;

We cannot save but by the cross

The corn of wheat to multiply

Must fall into the ground and die;

O should a soul alone remain

When it a hundredfold can gain?

O should a soul alone remain

When it a hundredfold can gain?

Our souls are held by all they hold;

Slaves still are slaves in chains of gold;

To whatsoever we may cling

We make it a soul-chaining thing.

Whether it be a life or land

And dear as our right eye or hand.

Whether it be a life or land

And dear as our right eye or hand.

Wherever you ripe fields behold

Waving to God their sheaves of gold

Be sure some com of wheat has died

Some saintly soul been crucified;

Someone has suffered

wept and prayed

And fought hell’s legions undismayed.

Someone has suffered

wept and prayed

And fought hell’s legions undismayed.