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Can we settle the fettle with mettle? Christ has!

Then I will tell them plainly, ‘I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!’ Matthew 7:23

To The Ambit O'the Earth

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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