A hundred thousand souls a day Are passing one by one away In Christless guilt and gloom; Without one ray of hope or light, With future dark as endless night, They’re passing to their doom, They’re passing to their doom. Refrain They’re passing, passing fast away In thousands day by day; They’re passing to their doom, They’re passing to their doom. O Holy Ghost, Thy people move, Baptize their hearts with faith and love And consecrate their gold. At Jesus’ feet their millions pour, And all their ranks unite once more, As in the days of old, As in the days of old. Refrain The Master’s coming draweth near; The Son of Man will soon appear; His kingdom is at hand. But ere that glorious day can be, This gospel of the kingdom we Must preach in every land, Must preach in every land. Refrain Oh, let us then His coming haste, Oh, let us end this awful waste Of souls that never die. A thousand millions still are lost; A Savior’s blood has paid the cost, Oh, hear their dying cry, Oh, hear their dying cry. Refrain They’re passing, passing, fast away, A hundred thousand souls a day In Christless guilt and gloom. O Church of Christ, what wilt thou say When, in the awful judgment day, They charge thee with their doom, They charge thee with their doom? Refrain |