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Millions Are Dying

Safe in the fold, at ease and asleep, I Saved ones are sheltered, while all the lost sheep,  Hungry and thirsty, and wandering in sin, I  Perishing millions, O go bring them in.   

Millions are dying, millions are dying, Out in the mountains so dark and so cold.   I Who will go find them, With love's strong cords bind them?  Oh, who'll bring them in to the sheltering fold?

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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 in the mountains so dark and so cold.   I Who will go find them, With love's strong cords bind them?  Oh, who'll bring them in to the sheltering fold?

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