Hymn 281 - 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?

Not at death I shrink nor falter,

For my Saviour 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 Saviour,

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.

REFRAIN

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?