He Was Not Willing

He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;

Jesus en­throned in the glo­ry ab­ove

Saw our poor fall­en world

pi­tied our sor­rows

Poured out His life for us

won­der­ful love!

Perishing

per­ish­ing! Throng­ing our path­way

Hearts break with bur­dens too hea­vy to bear:

Jesus would save

but there’s no one to tell them

No one to lift them from sin and des­pair.

He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;

Clothed in our flesh with its sor­row and pain

Came He to seek the lost

com­fort the mourn­er

Heal the heart brok­en by sor­row and shame.

Perishing

per­ish­ing! Har­vest is pass­ing

Reapers are few and the night draw­eth near:

Jesus is call­ing thee

haste to the reap­ing

Thou shalt have souls

pre­cious souls for thy hire.

Plenty for plea­sure

but lit­tle for Je­sus;

Time for the world with its trou­bles and toys

No time for Je­sus’ work

feed­ing the hun­gry

Lifting lost souls to eter­ni­ty’s joys.

Perishing

per­ish­ing! Hark

how they call us;

Bring us your Sav­ior

oh

tell us of Him!

We are so wea­ry

so hea­vi­ly la­den

And with long weep­ing our eyes have grown dim.

He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;

Am I His fol­low­er

and can I live

Longer at ease with a soul go­ing down­ward

Lost for the lack of the help I might give!

Perishing

per­ish­ing! Thou wast not will­ing;

Master

for­give

and in­spire us anew;

Banish our world­li­ness

help us to ev­er

Live with eter­ni­ty’s val­ues in view.