There’s only one way that this lost world may know
That Jesus for sinners hath died;
To spread the glad tidings He’s bidden us go,
And no other way doth provide.
He’s counting on us, the story to tell
His scheme of redemption for man;
He’s counting on you, He’s counting on me,
The Master hath no other plan.
If Christ’s first disciples had silently gone,
And been to their great trust untrue,
God’s plan of salvation we could not have known,
His mercy for me and for you.
Tell others what Jesus hath done for your soul,
Of sins through His blood washed away;
And bid them on Him every burden to roll,
And taste His salvation today.
Dear Master, we hasten the story to tell,
And pass on the life giving Word;
And they must tell others, and they, others still,
Till all the glad message have heard.