WIN THE LOST AT ANY COST
As we look all around us, all the fields are white, ripened unto harvest, yet so swiftly comes the night.
Christians must get busy, there is work to do. Here's an urgent task awaiting you.
Chorus:
Souls are crying, men are dying, won't you lead them to the cross. Go and find them, help to win them. Win the lost at any cost.
Go out and win, rescue from sin. Day's almost done, low sinks the sun. Souls are crying, men are dying. Win the lost at any cost
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound, That saved a wretched like me.
I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.
Chorus:
Souls are crying, men are dying, won't you lead them to the cross. Go and find them, help to win them. Win the lost at any cost.
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