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; Showing 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.