"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 the work while yet 'tis day; Ere the night of death o'ertake thee, Strive for souls while still you may.