Surely hell should be our fate
As Satan and his hoard
Found guilty as sin incarnate
Denying Christ as Lord
Though souls to our God are valued
More worth than all else known
We’ll join as filth the devil’s brood
With those who’s hearts as stone
Make no mistake that God is love
That Christ would see us burn
He’s righteous on His throne above
With heart of grave concern
For God chose Christ Himself to die
For precious souls to reap
To bring His treasured flock on high
Beyond the realm of sleep
Two thousand years The Truth’s been told
Since Jesus came and died
To rally, heal to save His fold
And join Him as His bride
But who’ll believe The Father’s plan?
Who’ll believe His Son?
Who’ll cast aside the ways of man?
So victory may be won
Who’ll lock to Satan now their door?
Who’ll take in Christ delight?
Who’ll flee from darkness ever more?
And live as well they might
The race is run the prize is ours
Upon the cross of blood
Who’ll trust in Christ His awesome powers?
Who’ll turn The Way they should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem