Winning Souls for Jesus

Rouse

ye Christ­ian work­ers

be ye up and do­ing;

Shall the Mas­ter’s king­dom suf­fer at your hands?

There are pre­cious souls just wait­ing for your woo­ing;

Go ye forth and win them—Christ your Lord com­mands.

Winning souls

win­ning souls

win­ning souls for Je­sus

Oh

what joy in win­ning souls from the down­ward way;

Out upon the high­ways

seek­ing to re­claim them

Oh

be up and win­ning souls

while ’tis called to­day.

Wait no long­er for some more con­ven­ient sea­son;

Souls are dy­ing round you—let them not be lost;

Talk or sing of Je­sus—they will yield to rea­son;

Tell of their re­demp­tion

what a price it cost.

Do your spir­its fal­ter at the un­der­tak­ing

Lest one might re­pay you with a cru­el sneer?

Do not let them per­ish—stand no long­er quak­ing;

Win them for the Mas­ter—tell them He is near.

Every soul you win shall add a star of beau­ty

To the crown of glo­ry Jesus has for you;

Always thus be work­ing

do­ing all your duty

Winning souls for Je­sus—they will bless you

too.