Go!


Down from the glories of Heaven,
Down to the world of woe;
When there was no eye to pity,
Jesus said, “I will go.”

Go, go, go, go,
Leave what He asks you to leave;
Pray for your part in the harvest,
Give what He asks you to give.

Out in the dark they are dying,
For them His life He gave;
Go, tell the lost of salvation,
Give them a chance to live.

“Uttermost part” is His order,
Dare any answer no?
What will you do when you meet Him,
If you refuse to go?