1 Unless the grain falls in the ground,
Unless the seed is buried deep,
No shoot can grow, no life can rise,
No harvest field is there to reap.

2 Unless the Son of Man shall die,
Unless his arms are opened wide.
Unless with Christ we die and rise,
No joy is ours which can abide.

3 Unless each day we follow him
And nail our sins upon his cross,
Unless his Spirit makes us new
Each seeming gain is but a loss.

4 Unless the grain falls in the ground,
Unless the seed is buried deep,
No shoot can grow, no life can rise,
No harvest field is there to reap

David Mowbray (born 1938)
© 1989 David Mowbray/Jubilate Hymns
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