Scripture Verse

The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not willing that any should perish, but for all to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9


Lucy J. Meyer (1849–1922)

Words: Lu­cy R. Mey­er, in The Fin­est of the Wheat No. 1, ed­it­ed by George D. El­der­kin (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Ro­bert R. Mc­Cabe, 1890), num­ber 121.

Music: Akon Lu­cy R. Mey­er, 1890 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;
Jesus en­throned in the glo­ry above,
Saw our poor fall­en world, pi­tied our sor­rows,
Poured out His life for us, won­der­ful love!
Perishing, per­ish­ing! Throng­ing our path­way,
Hearts break with bur­dens too hea­vy to bear:
Jesus would save, but there’s no one to tell them,
No one to lift them from sin and des­pair.

He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;
Clothed in our flesh with its sor­row and pain,
Came He to seek the lost, com­fort the mourn­er,
Heal the heart brok­en by sor­row and shame.
Perishing, per­ish­ing! Har­vest is pass­ing,
Reapers are few and the night draw­eth near:
Jesus is call­ing thee, haste to the reap­ing,
Thou shalt have souls, pre­cious souls for thy hire.

Plenty for plea­sure, but lit­tle for Je­sus;
Time for the world with its trou­bles and toys,
No time for Je­sus’ work, feed­ing the hun­gry,
Lifting lost souls to eter­ni­ty’s joys.
Perishing, per­ish­ing! Hark, how they call us;
Bring us your Sav­ior, oh, tell us of Him!
We are so wea­ry, so hea­vi­ly la­den,
And with long weep­ing our eyes have grown dim.

He was not will­ing that any should per­ish;
Am I His fol­low­er, and can I live
Longer at ease with a soul go­ing down­ward,
Lost for the lack of the help I might give!
Perishing, per­ish­ing! Thou wast not will­ing;
Master, for­give, and in­spire us anew;
Banish our world­li­ness, help us to ev­er
Live with eter­ni­ty’s val­ues in view.