He Shed His Blood for All (#464) | William G. Schell, 1911
Nineteen hundred million souls,
Standing near the final goal,
Soon we’ll see the awful judgment on them fall;
Must they truly be consigned
To the pit, and there confined,
Since the blessed Savior shed His blood for all?
Every second, sad to tell,
Counts another soul in hell,
Dreadful sight to see them bound in sin’s dark pall;
What in life we all may do,
Can but save a very few,
Yet the blessed Savior shed His blood for all.
Though a million be brought in,
There’s a billion yet in sin,
Quickly bear the gospel message unto all;
Preach the word at any cost,
For the world in sin is lost,
Yet the blessed Savior shed His blood for all.
Can we tarry home for dross,
While beholding such a loss?
If we can, from heaven’s grace we’ll surely fall;
Quickly leave thy cottage door,
Spread the truth from shore to shore,
For the blessed Savior shed His blood for all.