Do this well
To the Syrian camp at twilight,
Hungry, thirsty, bleeding, sore,
Came four leprous men of Israel;
Found they there abundant storeó
Gold and silver, food and raiment,
ďWe must go the message tell,
íTis a day of joyful tidings,
Waiting here, we do not well.Ē
íTis the day of full salvation,
Go, the joyful message tell;
While we wait the millions perish,
And we do not well.
Do we well, my precious brethren?
While they starve and die for bread,
We, with heavenís richest blessings,
Are so bountifully fed;
If we tarry till the morning,
Mischief shall our souls befalló
Go and tell earthís dying millions,
There is bread enough for all.
Indiaís lost ones still are crying,
From that sin-benighted land;
Hear those wails from darkest China,
And from Egyptís sunlit strand;
While a soul remains in darkness,
And in idleness we dwell,
Selfishly the truth enjoying,
Brethren, dear, we do not well.
While a few have crossed the ocean,
Leaving all for Jesusí name,
There is room for many othersó
Go, the gospel news proclaim!
Those who roam in sinís dominion
Can be rescued yet from hell,
While a momentís left to save them;
If we wait, we do not well.
If we labor on for Jesus,
And to every dying one
Tell the glad and joyful tidings,
Till lifeís fleeting day is done,
When we stand before the judgment,
While our hearts with rapture swell,
We shall hear the Savior saying,
ďYe have done exceeding well.Ē