For in­duc­ing im­me­di­ate ac­cept­ance of the of­fer of sal­va­tion through faith in Christ this hymn has been of great val­ue. In one of his ser­mons Mr. Moo­dy re­fers to my sing­ing it on a night ne­ver to be for­got­ten:

“For four or five nights in suc­cess­ion I had been preach­ing in Chi­ca­go on the subject of ‘The Life of Christ,’ and we had fol­lowed him from the cra­dle to the judg­ment hall of Pi­late. I have al­ways felt that on that night I made one of the great­est mis­takes of my life. How oft­en I have wished that I could call back what I said to the con­gre­ga­tion at the close of the meet­ing on that mem­or­a­ble night of the Chi­ca­go fire! That night I spoke from the text, ‘What shall I do with Je­sus?’ and as I closed I said: ‘Now I want you take this quest­ion home with you, think it over, and next Sun­day night I want you come back here and tell me what you are going to do with Je­sus.’ What a mi­stake! I gave them a week to de­cide; but I never met that au­di­ence again. Ev­en then the huge bell of the court-house near by was toll­ing out what proved to be the death-knell of the ci­ty. How well I re­mem­ber the hymn Mr. Sank­ey sang as a so­lo at the clos­ing mo­ment of that meet­ing, as his voice rang out:

‘To-day the Saviour calls; for refuge fly;
The storm of justice falls, and death is nigh.’

It seemed al­most pro­phet­ic. It was the last verse sung in that beau­ti­ful hall. We closed the meet­ing and went out into the streets, ne­ver to meet again. It is es­tim­at­ed that a thou­sand lives were lost that night. As ma­ny of them were lost near Far­well Hall, it may have been that some who heard me say that night, ‘Take a week to de­cide the quest­ion,’ were among the lost ones.”