Corn of Wheat

Except a corn of wheat fall to the ground and die
It abides alone
But if it die it brings forth much fruit
He that loves his life shall lose it

He that hates his life in this world
Shall keep it unto life eternal
If any man shall serve me
Let him follow me

Wide's the gate
And broad's the way
That leads to destruction
But straight's the gate
Narrow's the way
Leading to life few will find it

He that hates his life in this world
Shall keep it unto life eternal
If any man shall serve me
Let him follow me

Except a corn of wheat fall to the ground and die
It abides alone
But if it die it brings forth much fruit
He that loves his life shall lose it

He that hates his life in this world
Shall keep it unto life eternal
If any man shall serve me
Let him follow me