1 Our blessèd Redeemer is passing this way;
Is it nothing to you, is it nothing to you?
Oh, hear Him this moment so tenderly say,
"Is it nothing, is it nothing to you?"
There is life for a look at the crucified One,
There is life for a look at the Father’s own Son;
Oh, hasten just now, to the dear Savior come;
Is it nothing, is it nothing to you?
2 The Master is calling, oh list to His voice,
Is it nothing to you, is it nothing to you?
Awake from your slumber, believe and rejoice,
Is it nothing, is it nothing to you?
The sands of your life are fast passing away,
Oh, haste, quickly haste, ere the close of the day;
Repent and receive Him, oh, do not delay,
Make it something, make it something to you.
3 Yon region so lovely, where all will be song,
Is it nothing to you, is it nothing to you?
The Savior’s glad welcome, the glorified throng,
Are they nothing, are they nothing to you?
The angels are there, brother, where will you be?
’Tis time that you halted on life’s restless sea,
And settled this question: "Did Christ die for me?"
Is it nothing, is it nothing to you?