Give me a passion for souls dear LORD,
A passion to save the lost;
O that Thy love were by all adored,
And welcomed at any cost.
Jesus, I long, I long to be winning
Men who are lost, and constantly sinning;
O may this hour be one of beginning
The story of pardon to tell.
Though there are dangers untold and stern
Confronting me in the way,
Willingly still would I go, nor turn,
But trust Thee for grace each day.
Jesus, I long, I long to be winning
Men who are lost, and constantly sinning;
O may this hour be one of beginning
The story of pardon to tell.
How shall this passion for souls be mine?
Lord, make Thou the answer clear;
Help me to throw out the old Life-line
To those who are struggling near."
Then the refrain dies down,
The soul wining fires cool,
and
The exiliration of thousands of believers together in worship turns into
a single soul with a vision and nothing . . . . . . . . . . .
then . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
