The Debt We Owe

Verse 1

The Lord of the harvest is calling For laborers true in His field, To gather the sheaves ere they perish, When mercy no more is revealed; We bask in the sunlight of glory, On heavenly manna we’re fed, While souls o’er the ocean, in darkness, Are starving for life-giving bread.

Chorus

They perish, they perish, Yet Jesus to save them has died; Go pay them the debt that we owe them, Those souls who in darkness abide.

Verse 2

The Savior hath given us freely Salvation and grace through His name, He bids us to publish His gospel, Its words to all creatures proclaim; We’re debtors to those who are dying, And never its power have known; Can we who so richly are favored Still leave them to perish alone?

Verse 3

When taking His word to the lost ones, It is not a gift we bestow: By working and praying and giving, We pay but the debt that we owe; If millions are lost at the judgment, Their cries shall our conscience upbraid, Because when their souls we could rescue, Our debt unto them was not paid.

Verse 4

Much grain now is falling ungathered, While many stand idle and wait; The harvest time soon will be ended, For garnering then ’tis too late; O soul, prove thy love to the Savior, For what He has done unto thee, By sending the tidings of mercy To lost ones o’er land and o’er sea.