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Cut It Down

Justice. Cut it down, cut it down

Author: Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876
Tune: [Justice. Cut it down, cut it down]
Published in 1 hymnal

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1. Justice. Cut it down, cut it down,
Spare not the fruitless tree!
It spreads a harmful shade around,
It spoils what else were useful ground.
No fruit for years on it I’ve found;
Cut it down, cut it down.

2. Mercy. One year more, one year more,
Oh, spare the fruitless tree!
Behold its branches broad and green
Its spreading leaves have hopeful been,
Some fruit thereon may yet be seen;
One year more, one year more.

3. Justice. Cut it down, cut it down,
And burn the worthless tree!
For other use the soil prepare,
Some other tree will flourish there,
And in my vineyard much fruit bear,
Cut it down, cut it down.

4. Mercy. One year more, one year more,
For mercy spare the tree!
Another year of care bestow,
On its fair form some fruit may grow,
If not—then lay the cumb’rer low,
One year more, one year more.

5. Still it stands, still it stands,
A fair, but fruitless tree!
The Master, seeking fruit thereon
Has come—but, grieved at finding none,
Now speaks to Justice—Mercy flown—
Cut it down, cut it down.

Author: Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876

Bliss, Philip, b. at Clearfield County, Pennsylvania, July 9, 1838. In 1864 he went to Chicago in the employ of Dr. George F. Root, the musician, where he was engaged in conducting musical Institutes, and in composing Sunday School melodies. Originally a Methodist, he became, about 1871, a choirman of the First Congregational Church, Chicago, and the Superintendent of its Sunday Schools. In 1874 he joined D. W. Whittle in evangelical work. To this cause he gave (although a poor man) the royalty of his Gospel Songs, which was worth some thirty thousand dollars. His death was sudden. It occurred in the railway disaster at Ashtabula, Ohio, Dec. 30, 1876. He had escaped from the car, but lost his life in trying to save his wife. His hymns are n… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Justice. Cut it down, cut it down
Title: Cut It Down
Author: Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain


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