Great Multitudes Of Men Are Widely Stray


Great multitudes of men are widely straying,
Out upon life’s desert sands far, far away;
O child of God, are you for such ones praying?
In God’s name go after them, win one today!

Refrain:
Win one today, for the glory of your Master!
Your gentle touch and word will show someone the way;
Win one today, for the glory of your Master!
There are many far astray, win one today.

Deep pits of sin before their feet are lying;
Snares and perils ev’rywhere they’re sure to meet;
In darkness wand’ring on to certain dying,
Unless you, O child of God, win one today! [Refrain]

For them the Saviour gave His life a ransom,
And for you has taken all your sins away;
Your love for Him and for their sad condition,
Call you forth into the fray; win one today! [Refrain]