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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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