A FEW days ago, a lady was busily engaged with her work about the room, singing quietly to herself, the hymn, “Is it nothing to you that a Saviour has died?” when her little boy, seven years old, who was amusing himself nearby, looked up and said, “It is something to us, isn’t it Mamma, that a Saviour has died?”
“Yes, dear,” answered his mother, “it is everything to us.”
It is, indeed, everything to those who know that He died for them and bore the punishment that they deserved and put away their sins on the cross, giving them all blessings in Him. He is now risen and seated at the right hand of God in glory, and is soon coming for them.
How about you, my dear little friend, can you say, with the little boy, “It is something to me that a Saviour has died,” or “Is it nothing to you?” I beg of you not to turn away from His wondrous love!
“Is it nothing to you that a Saviour has died?
Is it nothing to you, nothing to you?
Can you carelessly glance at the 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-marked and feet that are torn?
Is it nothing to you, nothing to you?
Have you thought of His sorrow, so sad and so sore?
Is it nothing to you, nothing to you?
The stripes for the sins that He willingly bore?
Is it nothing to you, nothing to you?
Have you grieved in the shame that He stooped to endure,
Have you longed for the pardon He
died to secure,
And the mansion prepared for the blond washed and pure?
Is this nothing to you, nothing to you?
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 past?
Is it nothing to you, nothing to you?
Is it nothing to you that eternity nears,
That nought lies before you but trem bling and tears,
And the day of dread judgment when Jesus appears?
Is this nothing to you, nothing to you?
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 Saviour, respond to His call,
He will save from the sins that now chain and enthrall,
He will welcome you gladly and pardon you all,
Is this nothing to you, nothing to you?”
A.
ML 03/25/1900