Classic Poem

This lost, lost world for Jesus!
'Twas heav'n he put aside;
On earth he walked incarnate,
Was scourged and crucified,
Then let the King Imanuel,
Who left for us a throne,
Return and take possession,
Return and claim his own.
This lost, lost world for Jesus!
From where the rising sun
Lights up the orient mankind
To where his course is run;
He is the world's Redeemer,
Let all beneath the skies
Speak back to him, one language
In hymns of praise arise.
This lost, lost world for Jesus!
The word that gave it birth
Can bring the dawn prophetic,
Can bring new heav'n and earth;
When mainland, sea and river,
When island, hill and plain
Shall catch the glow of Eden.
Smile back to heav'n again.
This lost, lost world for Jesus!
He comes to make it bloom,
Be ready for the signal,
Prepare his kingdom room;
A King's about among us!
Be this our battle call;
This lost, lost world for Jesus,
He well deserves it all.

This lost, lost world for Jesus,
This world, (this world) for Jesus;
Be this our call—He deserves it all,
This world, (this world) for Jesus.