1 Is it nothing to you that a Saviour has died?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Can you carelessly glance at your Lord crucified?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Can you gaze on the dying One sad and forlorn;
On the brow of the Royal One crowned with thorn;
On the hands that are nail-mark’d and feet that are torn?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
2 Have you thought of His sorrow, so sad and so sore?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
The stripes for your sins that He willingly bore?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Have you griev’d in the shame that He stoop’d to endure;
Have you long’d for the pardon He died to secure;
And the mansion prepar’d for the blood-wash’d and pure?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
3 Is it nothing to you that time fleeth so fast?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Is it nothing to you that a life-mile is passed?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Is it nothing to you that eternity nears;
That nought lies before you but trembling and tears;
And the day of dread judgment when Jesus appears?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
4 The Redeemer now calls, will you still turn away?
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
There is danger in doubting and death in delay;
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?
Oh, then flee to the Cross and respond to His call;
He will save from the sins that now chain and enthral;
He will welcome you gladly and pardon you all:
Is it nothing to you—nothing to you?