Swiftly we're turning life's daily pages;
Swiftly the hours are turning to years.
How are we using God's golden moments?
Shall we reap glory? Shall we reap tears?
Millions are groping without the gospel;
Quickly they'll reach eternity's night.
Shall we sit idly as they rush onward?
Haste, let us hold up Christ the true light.
Souls that are precious, souls that are dying,
While we rejoice our sins are forgiven--
Did He not also die for these lost ones?
Then let us point the way unto heaven.
Into our hands the gospel is given;
Into our hands is given the light.
Haste, let us carry God's precious message,
Guiding the erring back to the right.
This is a song that I do not enjoy reading. I hate it because when I think of it, it reminds me of something that I desperately want to do, but almost completely fail to do. I think there is great truth in it.
If you try to hang on to your life, you will lose it. But if you give up your life for my sake and for the sake of the Good News, you will save it. - Mark 8:35
I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. - Romans 7:15
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