He has no tongue but our tongues
to tell men how He died.
He has no help but our help
to bring them to His side.

We are the only Bible
the careless world will read.
We are the sinner's Gospel;
we are the scoffer's creed.

We are the Lord's last message
given in deed and word.
What if the type is crooked?
What if the print is blurred?

What if our hands are busy
with other work than His?
What if our feet are walking
where sin's allurement is?

What if our tongues are speaking
of things His lips would spurn?
How can we hope to help Him
and hasten His return?

To hasten our Lord's return
we truly need much power.
So let us all be Spirit-filled,
and awaiting Him each hour.

In an hour that we think not,
He said He should appear;
Then let us walk in holiness,
And meet Him with a cheer.