01.38. Excerpt8 - Men of Blood

Excerpt8 - Men of Blood

There’s a burden to be lifted,
And a barrier to be shifted
It would seem God’s need is supermen today.
Wicked rulers in high places
Seem intent to ruin races,
While the Christians make their daisy chains and play.

God has need of soldiers true;
Demons laugh, recruits are few,
So that death and hell and Satan have their sway.
No! My son, the task’s not done, Scarcely has it yet begun,
Men -- all classes -- totter to the grave;
To that great eternal night,
With no ray of hope in sight,
Tramp lost millions whom our Jesus died to save.

Gracious God, our hearts inspire,
Touch us with celestial fire,
Give us burning heart, and bursting lips, and brimming eyes,
Strength of purpose, power of will,
There’s a place for us to fill
And a victor’s crown awaiting in the skies!