Must I go and empty handed? Thus my dear Redeemer meet? Not one day of service give Him, Lay no trophy at His feet? 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?
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
Oh, 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’er take thee, Strive for souls while still you may.