Nothing But Leaves

Verse 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!

Verse 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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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!