Question for the Church

Church of Christ, what wilt thou say When in the awful judgment day, They charge thee with their doom? A hundred thousand souls a day Are passing one by one away In Christless guilt and gloom Without one ray of hope and light With future dark as endless night They’re passing to their doom Stir me, Oh! stir me Lord I care not how, But stir my heart in passion for the world; Stir me to give, to go, but most to pray, Stir, till the blood red banner be unfurled O’er lands that in heathen darkness lie, O’er deserts where no cross is lifted high.