24. Millions Are Dying

Safe in the fold at ease and asleep, saved ones are sheltered while other lost sheep hungry and dying and wand'ring in sin perishing millions, O go bring them in!

Millions are dying, millions are dying, out on the mountains so dark and so cold; Who will go find them, with love's strong bands bind them, O who'll bring them into the sheltering fold?

2.

Will no one go to gather them in, millions now lost in the dread throes of sin, Steeped in a darkness that ne'er can be told; who will go quickly draw them to the fold?

Millions are dying, millions are dying, out on the mountains so dark and so cold; Who will go find them, with love's strong bands bind them, O who'll bring them into the sheltering fold?

3.

Weary and worn their hearts know no rest, sinking, yes, sinking 'neath sin's hopeless crest, Jesus would seek them, he goes forth alone, who'll go with him as he seeketh his own.

Millions are dying, millions are dying, out on the mountains so dark and so cold; Who will go find them, with love's strong bands bind them, O who'll bring them into the sheltering fold?