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A Hundred Thousand Souls a Day
1. A hundred thousand souls a day,
Are passing one by one away,
In Christless guilt and gloom.
Without one ray of hope or light,
With future dark as endless,
They’re passing to their doom,
They’re passing to their doom.
Chorus:
They’re passing fast away,
(passing, passing, passing, passing,)
In thousand day by day,
They’re passing to their doom,
They’re passing to their doom.
2. O Holy Ghost, Thy people move,
Baptize their hearts with faith and love,
And consecrate their gold.
At Jesus’ feet their millions pour,
And all their ranks unite once more,
As in the days of old,
As in the days of old.
3. Armies of pray’r your promise claim,
Prove the full pow’r of Jesus’ name,
And take the victory.
Your conq’ring Captain leads you on.
The glorious fight may still be won,
This very century, this very century.
4. The master’s coming draweth near,
The Son of Man will soon appear,
His Kingdom is at hand.
But ere that glorious day can be,
This Gospel of the Kingdom we
Must preach in ev’ry land,
Must preach in ev’ry land.
5. O let us than His coming haste,
O let us end this awful waste,
Of souls that never die.
A thousand millions still art lost,
A Savior’s blood has paid the cost,
O hear their dying cry,
O hear their dying cry.
6. They’re passing fast away,
A hundred thousand souls a day,
In Christless guilt and gloom,
O church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When in the awful judgment day,
They charge thee with their doom?
They charge thee with their doom?