Fellowship Hall

Millions are living in night's dense darkness No light to cheer them, no hope nor gladness, Bowed down and burdened, with none to save, And death awaits them beyond the grave

Harvest is passing, Night draweth nigh, Millions are dying, Oh, hear their cry! Then haste, my brother, their souls to save Christ to redeem them His lifeblood gave.

Earnest entreaties to gods that hear not, To idols bowing' long years have they sought, But no one answers their anguished plea, Doomed they pass onward to eternity

Harvest is passing, Night draweth nigh, Millions are dying, Oh, hear their cry! Then haste, my brother, their souls to save Christ to redeem them His lifeblood  gave.

To save, to rescue the lost, the dying, Your all to Christ give, nothing denying, His voice is calling, Quickly obey, And do His bidding while it is day.

Harvest is passing, Night draweth nigh, Millions are dying, Oh, hear their cry! Then haste, my brother, their souls to save Christ to redeem them His lifeblood  gave.