2. Not Empty-Handed

1 He that, weeping, goeth forth to sow
In life’s harvest field so wide,
Doubtless shall the joy of reaping know,
Joy that ever will abide.

Chorus:
Not empty-handed would I go
To meet my Lord who loves me so;
Not empty-handed would I go,
But laden with golden sheaves.

2 Daily going forth to seek the lost;
never service was so sweet;
Bringing them, whatever it may cost,
To the dear Redeemer’s feet. [Chorus]

3 While the summer’s sun is shining bright,
Till the evening shadows dim,
Toiling in the fields to harvest white,
Winning precious souls for Him. [Chorus]

4 Bringing to the garner of the Lord
Souls my labors here have won;
God’s approving smile my rich reward,
And His gracious “Child, well done!” [Chorus]

Text Information
First Line: He that, weeping, goeth forth to sow
Title: Not Empty-Handed
Author: C. H. M.
Refrain First Line: Not empty-handed would I go
Language: English
Publication Date: 1907



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