Soon night will be coming
The lights will be humming
Las Vegas opens her eyes
The rich and their sifters
The dreamers and drifters
Will converge for the prize
Each night another born
Drawing cards till the morn
Nothing else will suffice
On a starry-eyed mission
Their misguided ambition
By the roll of the dice
Still, there's winners and losers
Tea-toters and boozers
For most it's a shame
All the pain that's inflicted
But to those so addicted
Never learn from the game
Eternal Father God of light, and Creator of all
Vindicate us sinners before your throne of grace
Apostles of your word, and ransomed of the Fall
Nurtured by your word we go unto every place
Gospel toters of your truth, lovers of repentance
Evangelizing by the power of the love you gave
Looking to in hope that you will us faith that saves
Inspirer and Answerer of prayer, the evidence
Seen in the saving of the Saviour's cross we tell
Martyrs and saints we stand against the call of hell
Master, how can we as sinners be saving others
Except for your vicarious power to usn given
Angels are amazed sinners enmity in sin falters
Nature groaning gasp to see the pilgrims of heaven
Separated from the world, in new birth rejoicing
Lord of our life, teach more your truth to share
Open doors for us, your harvest to gather there
Vessels of your grace we depend on you for all things
Emmanuel dwell us by your spirit until we see you King of kings.
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