Huna wasaa kwa yesu

Crowded is your heart with cares, Have you no room for Jesus? Captured by earth's gilded snares, Have you no room for Jesus? Lo! he's standing at your door, Knocking again o'er and o'er; Hear him pleading evermore, Have you no room for Jesus? 2 Wasting all your precious hours, have you no room for Jesus? Spending those God given pow'rs, Can you not work for Jesus? Striving not to conquer sin; Seeking not a soul to win; Bringing not a wand'rer in; Can you not work for Jesus? 3 Seeking earth's possessions fair, have you no room for Jesus? None for gracious seeds to spare, have you no time for Jesus? Worldly pleasures, wealth and ease, seeking, grasping toys like these, striving only self to please; have you no time for Jesus? 4 Bearing only worthless leaves, Have you no fruit for Jesus? In your hand no precious sheaves; Have you no fruit for Jesus? Not a grain to store away; Naught your labor to repay; Not a joy for that great day When you shall meet with Jesus?