Written By Melvin Hodges

Harvest is passing, night draweth nigh;
Millions are dying, oh, hear their cry!
Then haste, my brother, their souls to save;
Christ to redeem them his life blood gave.

Millions are living in night’s dense darkness,
No light to cheer them, no hope nor gladness
Bowed down and burdened, with none to save,
And death awaits them beyond the grave

Earnest entreaties to gods that hear not,
To idols bowing, Long years have they sought,
But no one answers their anguished plea,
Doomed they pass onward to eternity

To save, to rescue the lost, the dying,
Your all to Christ give, nothing denying;
His voice is calling, quickly obey
To His bidding while it is day


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