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