Lyrics: Neal A. McAulay
Music: John P. Hillis
Will I empty handed be
When beside the crystal sea
I shall stand before the everlasting throne?
Must I have a heart of shame
As I answer to my name,
With no works that my Redeemer there can own?
When the harvest days are past,
Shall I hear Him say at last,
Welcome, toiler, I’ve prepared for thee a place?
Shall I bring Him golden sheaves,
Ripened fruit, not faded leaves,
When I see the blessed Savior face to face?
When the books are opened wide,
And the deeds of all are tried,
May I have a record whiter than the snow?
When my race on earth is run,
May I hear Him say, Welcome,
Take the crown that Love immortal doth bestow?