"Win the Lost . . ."

My husband sang this song many times in his years of ministry, and a few Sundays ago my son sang it again.
It always stirs me and humbles me when I hear this soul-searching song!  In this fearful day of apostasy, carelessness, compromise and lukewarmness, may God help us to fall on our knees and ". . . seek the Lord till He come . . ."

   "As we look around us, all the fields are white,
Ripened unto harvest and so swiftly comes the night;
   Christians must get busy, there is work to do,
Here's an urgent task awaiting you.

   Christ our loving Shepherd, went out from the fold,
Seeking for the stray lamb that was lost in darkened cold;
   Tender hands of kindness, raised him from the ground,
Now the little lost one had been found.

   Check your fold, my Christian, are the children in ?
Are there yet some straying, lost in blackened fields of sin;
   You must go and reach them, go without delay,
Soon the shades of night will end the day.

   Souls are crying, men are dying, won't you lead them to the Cross?
Go and find them, help to win them, win the lost at any cost.
   Go out and win, rescue from sin; day's almost done, low sinks the sun,

   Souls are crying, men are dying,
Win the lost at any cost."