1 “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?
2 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.
“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?
3 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.
“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?