In the quiet dawn or midnight’s plea,
We chase the lost on bended knee.
Souls for Jesus, our battle cry,
A privilege etched in heaven’s sky.

With hearts aflame, we boldly go,
Planting seeds where wild winds blow.
Passionate mission, divine decree—
To draw the wanderers, set them free.

From streets of stone to hearts of clay,
His love redeems, lights the way.
Souls for Jesus! Echo the call,
Till every knee bows, one and all.