Orders from the King (Rowland)

The world is wait­ing

To hear the Gos­pel

The world is wait­ing

For the ev­er­last­ing sto­ry;

So wake

ye peo­ple

Put on your ar­mor

And speed away to­day

To win eter­nal glo­ry.

Bear ye the tid­ings

Of love and glad­ness

And tru­ly cov­er all

The dark­ened ter­ri­to­ry.

Go forth with cour­age

Go forth with sing­ing

Obey the or­ders from the King.

Carry ye the tid­ings

Oh

preach the Gos­pel

Of love to ev­ery na­tion;

To the liv­ing wa­ters

The wea­ry

thirs­ty peo­ple bring;

Show to them the path­way

That leads to Heav­en

And tell them of sal­va­tion.

These are now the or­ders

The bless­èd or­ders from the King.

Waste not the mo­ments

For they are pre­cious

Let not the Mas­ter’s work

Seem te­di­ous or ap­pal­ling;

Raise high the stand­ard

And keep it wav­ing

And speed away to those

Whose hearts to you are call­ing.

The hours are fleet­ing

The days are pass­ing

And soon around you night’s

Dear shadows will be fall­ing;

So do your du­ty

To Him who loves you.

Obey the or­ders from the King.

Across the bor­der

A crown is wait­ing

For those who do His bid­ding here

Complaining nev­er;

And life eter­nal

And rest and glad­ness

Shall come to all who help

Some soul from sin to sev­er.

So work for Je­sus

That He may bless you

And let you reign with Him

In para­dise for­ev­er;

Away

re­joic­ing

To do the reap­ing

Obey the or­ders from the King.