Dying Millions

O how sweet the voice of Je­sus

When He spoke our sins for­giv’n;

O how pre­cious is His pro­mise

As He lifts us near­er Heav’n.

O the mill­ions

dy­ing mill­ions

Who have nev­er known the Lord

Shall they hear the voice of Je­sus?

Shall they die with­out His word?

There are mill­ions

dy­ing mill­ions

In the lands of hea­then gloom

Groping

groan­ing on in dark­ness

Till they reach a Chris­tless tomb.

There are ma­ny

ma­ny ’round us

Blinded by the blight of sin

Who will nev­er see our Je­sus

Till with love their souls we win.

Can we live in ease and plea­sure

While they per­ish with­out God?

Fast the night of death is com­ing

Soon they’ll lie be­neath the sod.

Let us hast­en

then

my bro­ther

Haste to tell them of our God;

Tell them of His great sal­va­tion

Purchased with His pre­cious blood.