1 O how sweet the voice of Jesus
When He spoke our sins forgiv’n;
O how precious is His promise,
As He lifts us nearer Heav’n.
O the millions, dying millions,
Who have never known the Lord,
Shall they hear the voice of Jesus?
Shall they die without His word?
2 There are millions, dying millions,
In the lands of heathen gloom,
Groping, groaning on in darkness,
Till they reach a Christless tomb. [Refrain]
3 There are many, many ’round us,
Blinded by the blight of sin,
Who will never see our Jesus,
Till with love their souls we win. [Refrain]
4 Can we live in ease and pleasure,
While they perish without God?
Fast the night of death is coming,
Soon they’ll lie beneath the sod. [Refrain]
5 Let us hasten, then, my brother,
Haste to tell them of our God;
Tell them of His great salvation,
Purchased with His precious blood. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8776