Songs

Must I go, and empty handed,

		
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			8.7.8.7.D.

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 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 in sinning wasted!
	Could I but recall them now, 
	I would give them to my Saviour, 
	To His will 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 still you may.

					C.C. Luther