Praise God, and since my Savior bled,
And since my Sovereign died,
I'll go and do what jesus said
And take Him as my guide
Chorus:
Oh, what loss, oh, what loss,
If they never see the light,
And if not one takes their burdens all away,
If the heathen die, in gloom of sinful night,
If they never know a single happy day.
See, then, it's written in His Word,
The workers are so few.
Why do we call the Saviior ""Lord, ""
But fail His work to do? Chorus
Is it not now my daily task
To seek His work to do?
How can it be too much to ask,
When laborers are so few? Chorus
