The Perishing World

On the bor­ders of eter­ni­ty

The world is stand­ing now

In a mo­ment all the wick­ed

Will be lost in end­less woe;

Oh

they need some Gos­pel teach­er

That they might sal­va­tion know;

Who will quick­ly go and warn them?

Brother

sis­ter

will you go?

Hear them calli­ng for the Gos­pel

Come and help us to be saved;

Hear them call­ing for the Gos­pel

Come and help us to be saved.

Oh

how grate­ful­ly we wel­come now

The gleam of free­dom’s light

Yet the mill­ions have not seen it

Still they roam in deep­est night;

Hear

oh hear from e­ve­ry na­tion

Cries of sor­row and dis­tress

Time is sure­ly

swift­ly end­ing

Haste their dy­ing souls to bless.

We will pray the Lord to send His

Saving truth thro’ ev­ery land

Go ye

there­fore

saith the Mas­ter;

Do you hear the great com­mand?

Oh

review your con­se­cra­tion

Hasten to the harv­est field

And a thou­sand souls in Heav­en

Gathered

be thy gold­en yield.