1 God’s love is both matchless and tender,
The wealth of it never was told;
Poor soul, hast thou nothing to render,
Thyself wilt thou even withhold?
His Son left the mansions of heave,
No home and no comforts had He;
His side by the soldier was riven
O say! is that nothing to thee?
Refrain:
Nothing to thee!
Nothing to thee!
O say! is that nothing to thee?
2 Back-slider, thy God-given chances,
Say, wilt thou continue to spurn;
While Satan still further advances
And makes it more hard to return?
Sin’s pleasures to thee once were hateful,
Thy joy was the joy of the free;
Yet, tho’ thou are faithless, He’s faithful,
O say! is that nothing to thee? [Refrain]
3 But while thou art waiting and thinking,
Deciding what next thou wilt do,
The sands in time’s hour-glass are sinking,
The days are both numbered and few;
O do not put off thy repentance,
Tomorrow thy judge thou may’st see,
And angels may ring forth the sentence
That Jesus is nothing to thee! [Refrain]
Source: Great Revival Hymns No. 2 #172