Can we settle the fettle with mettle? Christ has!
To the ends of the Earth let us go Where the river of the Gospel will flow Evil’s allowed to grow tall So one day it may fall God’s plans are much wiser than we know The banquet is ready: Invite! Don’t ignore Christ’s call or the Light Excuses we defend Many lost in the end Fear God and serve with all your mind By faith and through Christ we are led To the Kingdom where all will be fed Miss the train, miss your place So respond to God’s grace By His call we are raised from the dead So to all who’s minds begin to swell Remember what’s in Dante’s Hell Think you’ve got it made Don’t be throwing shade Over the soul who has said it is well So to the ends of the Earth Don’t shirk or skirt the birth A birth that is worth More than gold in this purse So don’t quibble about “Who’s on first?”
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