A MISSIONARY CRY
1. A hundred
thousand souls a day
Are passing one by
one away
In Christ-less
guilt and gloom;
Without one ray of
hope or light,
With future dark as
endless night.
They're passing to
their doom,
They're passing to
their doom.
Refrain
They're passing,
passing fast away
In thousands day by
day;
They're passing to
their doom,
They're passing to
their doom.
2. O Holy Ghost,
Thy people move,
Baptize their
hearts with faith and love
And consecrate their
gold.
At Jesus' feet
their millions pour,
And all their ranks
unite once more,
As in the days of
old,
As in the days of
old.
3. The Master's
coming draweth near;
The Son of Man will
soon appear;
His kingdom is at
hand.
But ere that
glorious day can be,
This gospel of the
kingdom we
Must preach in
every land,
Must preach in
every land.
4. Oh, let us then
His coming haste,
Oh, let us end this
awful waste
Of souls that never
die.
A thousand millions
still are lost;
A Saviour's blood
has paid the cost,
Oh, hear their
dying cry,
Oh, hear their
dying cry.
5. They're passing,
passing fast away,
A hundred thousand
souls a day
In Christ-less
guilt and gloom.
O Church of Christ,
what wilt thou say
When, in the awful
judgment day,
They charge thee
with their doom,
They charge thee
with their doom?
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