1 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,
O what joy in winning souls from the downward way;
Out upon the highways, seeking to reclaim them,
O be up and winning souls, while ‘tis call’d today.
2 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. [Refrain]
3 Do your spirits falter at the undertaking,
Lest one might repay you with a cruel sneer?
Do no let them perish stand no longer quaking,
Win them for the Master, tell them He is near. [Refrain]
4 Ev’ry 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. [Refrain]
Source: The Old Story in Song #11