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IS IT RIGHT?
There are those in other lands
Across the trackless sea
Who've never heard of God's great love
Or power to set them free.
Tho' they have souls like yours or mine,
They live in endless night;
They walk an aimless, hopeless trail;
I wonder, Is it right?
Is it right that we should live
With churches near our door
And they without ever being told
Of God's grace and love before?
They live without the needs of life,
While we sit in our delight;
They're starving while we're feasting;
I wonder, Is it right?
Is it right for us to hear
God's blessed word each day,
While they must live a lifetime
With not one word to come their way?
Must they go on in darkness,
While we have light to spare?
Must they sail alone life's unfair sea;
Doesn't anybody care?
Some may care enought to feed them,
To give them life and breath,
But while they feed the outside,
They starve their souls to death.
We say we're looking for Jesus
And the light in our heart burns bright,
But they've never heard He's coming;
I wonder, Is it right?
The fields are white unto harvest;
A thousand sheaves this day may fall.
Are our ears so tuned for the trumpet,
We don't hear the harvest call?
The harvest has long been ready,
The fields too long been white,
The storm will soon devour it;
I wonder, Is it right?
Is it right, now tell me,
Won't God somehow repay?
At your gatepost lies a beggar;
Will he live or starve this day?
When with empty arms you stand up there,
While God points to a horrible sight,
When you must march to a hopeless hell,
Will you scream, Oh! God, Oh! God,
IS IT RIGHT?
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