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.
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.
Armies of prayer your promise claim,
Prove the full power of Jesus' name,
And take the victory.
Your conqu'ring Captain leads you on,
The glorious fight may still be won,
This very century.
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 ev'ry land.
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?
- A. B. Simpson
(from the booklet, "Are the Heathen Really Lost?" by Dick Hillis, Moody Press c. 1961