Author: O. Cluff ~ Meter: L.M.
Nothing but Christ as on we tread, The Gift unpriced — God's living Bread, With staff in hand and feet well shod, Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God. Everything loss for Him below, Taking the cross where'er we go; Shewing to all where once He trod, Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God. Nothing save Him, in all our ways, Giving the theme for ceaseless praise; Our whole resource along the road, Nothing but Christ — the Christ of God.