" 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 Saviour so ? Not one soul with which to greet Him ? Must I empty-handed go ?
2. Not at death I shrink or falter, For my Saviour saves me now ; But to meet Him empty-handed, Thought of that now clouds my brow.
3. Oh, the years of sinning wasted, Could I but recall them now, I would give them to my Saviour, To His wilt I'd gladly bow.
4. Up, ye saints, arouse, be earnest ! Up and work while yet 'tis day ; Ere the night of death o'ertake you, Strive for souls while yet you may.