Must I go, and empty-handed

“Must I go

and empty-handed

”

Thus my dear Redeemer meet?

Not one day of service give Him

Lay no trophy at His feet?

“Must I go

and empty-handed?”

Must I meet my Savior so?

Not one soul with which to greet Him:

Must I empty-handed go?

Not at death I shrink nor falter

For my Savior saves me now;

But to meet Him empty-handed

Thought of that now clouds my brow.

O the years in sinning wasted;

Could I but recall them now

I would give them to my Savior

To His will I’d gladly bow.

O ye saints

arouse

be earnest

Up and work while yet ’tis day;

Ere the night of death o’ertake thee

Strive for souls while still you may.