1 Rouse, ye Christ­ian work­ers, be ye up and do­ing;
Shall the Mas­ter’s king­dom suf­fer at your hands?
There are pre­cious souls just wait­ing for your woo­ing;
Go ye forth and win them—Christ your Lord com­mands.

Refrain:
Winning souls, win­ning souls, win­ning souls for Je­sus,
Oh, what joy in win­ning souls from the down­ward way;
Out upon the high­ways, seek­ing to re­claim them,
Oh, be up and win­ning souls, while ’tis called "to­day."

2 Wait no long­er for some more con­ven­ient sea­son;
Souls are dy­ing round you—let them not be lost;
Talk or sing of Je­sus—they will yield to rea­son;
Tell of their re­demp­tion, what a price it cost. [Refrain]

3 Do your spir­its fal­ter at the un­der­tak­ing,
Lest one might re­pay you with a cru­el sneer?
Do not let them per­ish—stand no long­er quak­ing;
Win them for the Mas­ter—tell them He is near. [Refrain]

4 Every soul you win shall add a star of beau­ty
To the crown of glo­ry Jesus has for you;
Always thus be work­ing, do­ing all your duty,
Winning souls for Je­sus—they will bless you, too. [Refrain]