Christians, make haste, your mission high fulfilling

Christians

make haste

your mission high fulfilling

To tell to all the world that God is Light

That He who made all nations is not willing

One soul should perish

lost in shades of night.

Publish glad tidings

tidings of peace;

Tidings of Jesus

redemption and release.

Behold how many thousands still are lying

Bound in the darksome prison-house of sin

With none to tell them of the Savior’s dying

Or of the life He died for them to win.

’Tis yours to save from peril of perdition

The soul for whom the Lord His life laid down;

Beware lest

slothful to fulfill your mission

You lose one jewel that should deck His crown.

Proclaim to every people

tongue

and nation

That God

in whom they live and move

is love;

Tell how He stooped to save His lost creation

And died on earth that men He might approve.

Give of your sons to bear the message glorious;

Give of your wealth to speed them on their way;

Pour out your soul for them in prayer victorious

And all you spend our Savior will repay.

He comes again; O brothers

ere you meet Him

Make known to every heart His saving grace;

Let none whom He hath ransomed fail to greet Him

Through your neglect unfit to see His face.