Souls for Jesus! This is our purpose,
Etched in the stars by the Father’s hand,
A calling that echoes through time’s vast circuit,
To seek the lost in every land.
From the throne of grace, the mandate rings clear,
Go forth, disciple, draw them near.

Souls for Jesus! This is our privilege,
A sacred honor, a crown to wear,
Not earned by might, but by His bridge—
The cross that tore the veil in prayer.
We stand as ambassadors, clothed in light,
Bearing the Gospel through day and night.

Souls for Jesus! This is our passionate mission,
A flame unquenched by storm or doubt,
Hearts ablaze in holy ignition,
Shouting His love where shadows shout.
In streets and fields, the harvest waits,
Ripe with souls at heaven’s gates.

Awaken, believer, to the urgent plea,
The fields are white, the workers few (John 4:35),
With Bible in hand and bent on knee,
Proclaim the One who makes all new.
From city sprawl to desert sand,
Win them for Christ with outstretched hand.

No greater joy than a soul reborn,
Baptized in waters of grace divine,
Freed from chains where sin had torn,
Now walking paths where angels shine.
Our purpose pulses in every vein,
Privilege lifts us through joy and pain.

Souls for Jesus—let the chorus swell,
In boardrooms bold or prison cell,
A mission passionate, truth to tell:
That Jesus saves from the grip of hell.
Unquenchable fire, let it burn bright,
Till earth’s last soul beholds the Light.

For this we live, for this we die,
Eternal purpose in His eye,
Sacred privilege, under sky—
Passionate mission, souls drawn nigh
To Jesus, King, forevermore,
In harvest fields, we seek, we soar!