Many are cold, but few are froze,
as winter closes in,
Some immobilized by prose,
by poetry they win!
How do we stop the tides that rise,
that bring Most Sovereign Fire?
How can we show most hearts the guise,
that blinds with darkest ire?
Must we of Christ proclaim The Name,
that many hate to hear?
If God-Man spoke and said the same,
can be aught to appear?
How many will be lost today,
if I do not my part?
For all are born in Sin’s Broad Way,
No Jesus in their heart!
How many will be born again,
if I am faithful still?
I need not Know the births of Kin,
to do God’s Sovereign Will!
For if I’m faithful or I’m not,
no souls will I affect,
Except those chose by Sovereign lot,
and THOSE He’ll Not neglect!
If they be Hot, If they be Cold,
The Meaning’s One for me,
My Life for Christ be daily BOLD,
by means of Calvary!