Perishing souls are wait­ing
Outside the fold to­night,
Burdened with sin and sor­row,
Seeing no ray of light.
Someone go tell the sto­ry,
Pray that you make it plain:
How Je­sus died on Cal­va­ry,
To cleanse them from ev­ery stain.

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Go! go! Tell them,
Tell them of Cal­va­ry;
Tell of His grace and mer­cy,
Go, tell them, His love is free.

Go to the weak, the fall­en,
Freighted with sin and shame,
Low in the dust you’ll find them,
Whisper the Sav­ior’s name.
Tell of His love so bound­less,
Deeper than any sea;
Fresh as the dew­drops fall­ing,
Go, tell them, this love is free.

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Tell them, the vil­est sin­ner,
Lost in the dark­est main,
Longing to know the Fa­ther,
Calling on His dear name,
Somewhere amid the dark­ness
Touches the Sav­ior’s hand,
Feeling new life with­in him,
Earth seems like a fa­ther­land.

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Then let us sing God’s prais­es,
Sing of His love to men,
How He for­gives the sin­ner,
Tell of it once again;
And when our boat is an­chored
On the eter­nal shore,
Giving to God the glo­ry,
We’ll praise Him for­ev­er­more.

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