Rescue the perishing, care for the dying,
snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.
Rescue the perishing,
care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
Though they are slighting him, still he is waiting,
waiting the penitent child to receive;
plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently;
he will forgive if they only believe.
Rescue the perishing,
care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter,
feelings lie buried that grace can restore;
touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness,
chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
Rescue the perishing,
care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
Rescue the perishing, duty demands it;
strength for thy labor the Lord will provide;
back to the narrow way patiently win them;
tell the poor wanderer a Savior has died.
Rescue the perishing,
care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.
© Fanny J. Crosby, 1820-1915
William H. Doane, 1832-1915
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