Herald the Gospel

Wandering far from the Shep­herd away

Perishing far from the fold

Many the sheep that are dy­ing to­day

Dying away in the cold.

Wandering out on the mount­ain so drear;

Dying away from the Shep­herd so dear;

Longing

it may be

His sweet voice to hear;

Dying away from the fold.

Perishing now

per­ish­ing now

Perishing far from the fold;

Perishing now

per­ish­ing now

Perishing far from the fold;

Jesus

to save them

from Heav­en came down;

Suffered for them on the tree

Leaving His heav­en­ly man­sion and crown;

Wonderful! How could it be?

Leaving His scep­ter and ci­ty of gold;

Welcoming sor­row and tor­ture un­told;

All to bring wan­der­ers back to the fold;

Dying for you and for me.

Speed with the Gos­pel

His man­date ob­ey;

Preach it to all of the world;

Herald it quick­ly

no long­er de­lay;

Tell it to all of the world;

Preach it

eter­ni­ty’s night draw­eth near;

Preach it

for news of His com­ing we hear;

Preach it

for soon our Lord King will ap­pear;

Preach it to all of the world.

India’s wait­ing the mes­sage to hear

Message of joy and of love;

Africa’s wait­ing for Je­sus to cheer

Tidings from Heav­en ab­ove;

Isles of the ocean are wait­ing for light;

Japan and Chi­na are merg­ing from night

Waiting to wel­come the heav­en­ly light

Coming from Heav­en ab­ove.