Each
day we see the multitudes
Who
dwell in valleys of decision Until eternity intrudes
To finalize their soul’s condition.
The
Holy Spirit is reproving
The
multitudes who go astray As through the valley they are moving
And they approach their final day.
Who
are these multitudes we see
Of
people making up their mind, Deciding thus their destiny
Eternally, as so inclined?
The
multitudes that we behold,
On
which we presently are musing, Are precious souls who should be told
The consequences they are choosing!
It’s
time to make the options clear;
There
is a choice we all must make To trust in Christ as He is near,
Or make, instead, the great mistake.
We’re
called into this valley’s strife!
Our
weapon is the Spirit’s sword, Declaring all the words of life,
The Gospel of our risen Lord!
These
multitudes, as sheep astray,
Are
prompted by God’s Holy Spirit. When one repents and thus will pray,
There’s joy when heaven’s angels hear it!
Lord,
as we’re musing on the lost,
We
see their worth that You esteemed: You gave Yourself to pay the cost,
That precious souls may be redeemed!
We
know not, Lord, who will refuse;
Yet
to the multitudes we go To speak to souls on whom You muse
With words of life we clearly show.
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