116. Nothing For Jesus.

Crowded is your heart with cares,
Have you no room for Jesus?
Captured by earth’s gilded snares,
Have you no room for Jesus?
Lo! He’s standing at your door,
Knocking, knocking, o’er and o’er;
Hear him pleading ever-more;
Have you no room for Jesus?

Wasting all your precious hours,
Have you no work for Jesus?
Spending those God-given powers,
Have you no work for Jesus?
Striving not to conquer sin,
Seeking not a soul to win,
Bringing not a wanderer in;
Have you no work for Jesus?

Seeking earth’s possessions fair,
Have you no time for Jesus?
None for gracious deeds to spare,
Have you no time for Jesus?
Worldly pleasures, wealth, and ease,
Seeking, grasping toys like these,
Striving only self to please;
Have you no time for Jesus?

Bearing only worthless leaves,
Have you no fruit for Jesus?
In your hands no precious sheaves,
Have you no fruit for Jesus?
Not a grain to store away,
Naught your labor to repay,
Not a joy for that great day,
When you shall meet with Jesus.