There are many lost and dying souls
in the world today
We the few must let them know
The Light The Truth The Way

For we are His hands
To reach out to those in need
It is His command
We're a lost and dying breed

We are His feet
To go into all the Earth
And let each and everyone
Know about His glorious birth

We must plant the seeds
for harvest time is near
When He comes to take us home
Many will be left here

What if it is your brother?
What if it is your friend?
What if it is your mother?
Their souls did you try to win?

We must keep on trying
To reach out to the lost
For many souls are dying,
At our own cost

What if it is your brother?
What if it is your friend?
What if it is your mother?
Their souls did you try to win

We must keep on trying
to reach out to the Lost
For many souls are dying,
At our own cost