The Perishing World

Verse 1

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?

Chorus

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.