Is it nothing to you that Heaven’s king
Came down to this world of woe?
That He suffered and bled, and rose from the dead,
That eternal life you might know?
Is it nothing to you that grace is free,
And that God in His love doth call?
Is it nothing to you? Is it nothing to you?
Is it nothing, nothing to you?
Is it nothing to you that by and by
You must travel death’s dark vale?
Where Jordan’s cold wave does the pathway lave,
And all but Christ doth fail?
Is it nothing to you that some sweet day,
In the heavenly land so fair,
You may join the song that the ransomed throng
Are forever singing there?