The Voice of Praise ‎#1047

1047. Nothing but leaves! the Spirit grieves

1 Nothing but leaves! the Spirit grieves
Over a wasted life,
O'er sins indulged while conscience slept,
O'er vows and promises unkept,
That yield, from years of strife,
Nothing but leaves.
Nothing but leaves.

2 Nothing but leaves! no gathered sheaves
Of life's fair ripening grain;
We sow our seeds, lo! tares and weeds,
Words, idle words, for earnest deeds!
We reap with toil and pain,
Nothing but leaves.
Nothing but leaves.

3 Nothing but leaves! sad memory weaves
No vail to hide the past;
And as we trace our weary way,
Counting each lost and misspent day,
Sadly we find at last
Nothing but leaves.
Nothing but leaves.

4 Ah! who shall thus the Master meet,
Bearing but withered leaves?
Ah! who shall, at the Saviour's feet,
Before the awful judgment-seat,
Lay down, for golden sheaves,
Nothing but leaves?
Nothing but leaves?

Text Information

• First Line: Nothing but leaves! the Spirit grieves
• Author: Taylor
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Spiritual Songs; Nothing but Leaves

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