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Nothing But Leaves

Author: L. E. A. Hymnal: Christ in Song #131 (1908) First Line: Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves Lyrics: 1 Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O'er years of wasted life; O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reap from years of strife Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 2 Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life's fair ripening grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds, Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 3 Nothing but leaves! Sad mem'ry weaves No vail to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves. 4 Ah, who shall thus The Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful judgment seat Lay down for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Topics: Invitation and Repentance; Invitation and Repentance; Special Selections Solos Languages: English Tune Title: [Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves]

Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves

Author: L. E. A. Hymnal: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book #1266 (1886) Lyrics: 1 Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O'er years of wasted life; O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reaps from years of strife Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 2 Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves, Of life's fair ripening grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds, Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 3 Nothing but leaves! Sad memory weaves No vail to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 4 Ah, who shall thus the Master meet And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful judgment seat Lay down for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Topics: Bible Songs Invitation Scripture: Mark 11:13 Tune Title: NOTHING BUT LEAVES

Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves

Author: Lucy Evelina Akerman Hymnal: International Song Service #56 (1895) Lyrics: 1 Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O'er years of wasted life; O'er sins indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reap from years of strife Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 2 Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves, Of life's fair ripening grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 3 Nothing but leaves! Sad mem'ry weaves No veil to hide the past: And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day We sadly find at last Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 4 Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful judgment seat Lay down for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Languages: English Tune Title: NOTHING BUT LEAVES

Nothing but leaves

Hymnal: The Little Seraph #71 (1874) First Line: Nothing but leaves, the Spirit grieves Lyrics: 1 Nothing but leaves, the Spirit grieves Over a wasted life; O'er us indulged while conscience slept, O'er vows and promises unkept, And reap from years of strife-- Nothing but leaves, Nothing but leaves. 2 Nothing but leaves, no gather'd sheaves Of life's fair rip'ning grain; We sow our seeds, lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds, We reap, with toil and pain,-- Nothing but leaves. 3 Nothing but leaves, and mem'ry weaves; No vail to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, Counting each lost and misspent day, Sadly we find at last-- Nothing but leaves. 4 Ah! who shall thus the Master meet, Bearing but withered sheaves? Ah! who shall at the Saviour's feet, Before the awful judgment-seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves? Tune Title: NOTHING BUT LEAVES

Nothing but Leaves

Author: Lucy Elvina Metcalf Akerman Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4602 First Line: Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves Lyrics: 1. Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves O’er years of wasted life; O’er sins indulged while conscience slept, O’er vows and promises unkept, And reap, from years of strife— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 2. Nothing but leaves! No gathered sheaves Of life’s fair rip’ning grain: We sow our seeds; lo! tares and weeds, Words, idle words, for earnest deeds— Then reap, with toil and pain, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 3. Nothing but leaves! Sad mem’ry weaves No veil to hide the past; And as we trace our weary way, And count each lost and misspent day, We sadly find at last— Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! 4. Ah, who shall thus the Master meet, And bring but withered leaves? Ah, who shall, at the Savior’s feet, Before the awful judgment seat, Lay down, for golden sheaves, Nothing but leaves! Nothing but leaves! Languages: English Tune Title: [Nothing but leaves! The Spirit grieves]