Nothing for Jesus

1Crowded is your heart with cares,
Have you no room for Jesus?
Captured by earth's gilded snares,
Have you no room for Jesus?
Lo!
He's standing at your door,
Knocking, knocking, o'er and o'er;
Hear Him pleading evermore;
Have you no room for Jesus?

2Wasting all your precious hours,
Have you no work for Jesus?
Spending those God given pow'rs,
Have you no work for Jesus?
Striving not to conquer sin,
Seeking not a soul to win,
Bringing not a wand'rer in;
Have you no work for Jesus?

3Seeking earth's possessions fair,
Have you no time for Jesus?
None for gracious deeds to spare,
Have you no time for Jesus?
Worldly pleasures, wealth and ease,
Seeking, grasping toys like these,
Striving only self to please;
Have you no time for Jesus?

4Bearing only worthless leaves,
Have you no fruit for Jesus?
In your hands no precious sheaves,
Have you no fruit for Jesus?
Not a grain to store away,
Naught your labor to repay,
Not a joy for that great day When you shall meet with Jesus.