1. "He was not will- ing that a- ny should per- ish"; Je- sus en- throned in the glo- ry a- bove, Saw our poor fal- len world, pi- tied our sor- rows, Poured out His life for us, won- der- ful love! Per- ish- ing, per- ish- ing! Throng- ing our path- way, Hearts break with bur- dens too hea- vy to bear: Je- sus would save, but there's no one to tell them, No one to lift them from sin and des- pair.

2. "He was not will- ing that a- ny should per- ish"; Clothed in our flesh with its sor- row and pain, Came He to seek the lost, com- fort the mour- ner, Heal the heart bro- ken by sor- row and shame. Per- ish- ing, per- ish- ing! Har- vest is pass- ing, Reap- ers are few and the night draw- eth near: Je- sus is call- ing thee, haste to the reap- ing, Thou shalt have souls, prec- ious souls for thy hire.

3. Plen- ty for plea- sure, but lit- tle for Je- sus; Time for the world with its troub- les and toys, No time for Je- sus' work, feed- ing the hun- gry, Lift- ing lost souls to e- ter- ni- ty's joys. Per- ish- ing, per- ish- ing! Hark, how they call us; Bring us your Sa- vior, oh, tell us of Him! We are so wear- y, so hea- vi- ly la- den, And with long weep- ing our eyes have grown dim.

4. "He was not will- ing that a- ny should per- ish"; Am I His fol- low- er, and can I live Long- er at ease with a soul go- ing down- ward, Lost for the lack of the help I might give! Per- ish- ing, per- ish- ing! Thou wast not will- ing; Mas- ter, for- give, and in- spire us a- new; Ban- ish our world- li- ness, help us to ev- er Live with e- ter- ni- ty's val- ues in view.