Words to Winners of Souls

“He that saved our souls has taught us to weep over the unsaved. Lord, let that mind be in us that was in Thee! Give us they tears to weep; for, Lord, our hearts are hard toward our fellows. We can see thousands perish around us, and our sleep never be disturbed; no vision of their awful doom ever scaring us, no cry from their lost souls ever turning our peace into bitterness.

Our families, schools, our congregations, not to speak of our cities at large, our land, our world, might well send us daily to our knees; for the loss of even one soul is terrible beyond conception. Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has entered the heart of man, what a soul in hell must suffer forever. Lord, give us bowels of mercies! ‘What a mystery! The soul and eternity of one man depends upon the voice of another!’”

This is Horatius Bonar circa 1860. Lord, give me this passion for the lost. Make me lose sleep over it.