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.

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O the mill­ions, dy­ing mill­ions,
Who have ne­ver known the Lord,
Shall they hear the voice of Je­sus?
Shall they die with­out His word?

There are mill­ions, dy­ing mill­ions,
In the lands of hea­then gloom,
Groping, groan­ing on in dark­ness,
Till they reach a Chris­tless tomb.

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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.

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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.

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Let us hast­en, then, my bro­ther,
Haste to tell them of our God;
Tell them of His great sal­va­tion,
Purchased with His pre­cious blood.

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