O have you had the vision, have you heard the cry
Of millions lost and perishing, O do not let them die;
Their souls have all been purchased at how great a cost!
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

Refrain

Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross;
Don’t lose the vision, or the cause will suffer loss;
If you want to reach another,
Keep in touch with Christ, my brother,
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

The young men shall see visions and the old dream dreams,
The wilderness be watered, in the desert shall be streams,
The Spirit poured upon us, cleansing from all dross,
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

Refrain

Isaiah had a vision of the Lord on high
Whose train filled all the temple and he heard the seraph cry;
O Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of hosts,
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

Refrain

The vision of the prophet showed to him his sin;
He cried out, “Woe is me! for I am still unclean within”;
The fire from off the altar purged his heart from dross,
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

Refrain

The fields are white to harvest, have you heard the call?
The Spirit now is waiting, won’t you yield to Him our all?
The time is swiftly passing, O! the fearful loss,
Don’t lose the vision, keep your eye upon the cross.

Refrain

Holy Ghost, with light divine,
Shine upon this heart of mine;
Chase the shade of night away,
Turn my darkness into day.

Let me see my Savior’s face,
Let me all His beauties trace;
Show those glorious truths to me
Which are only known to Thee.

Holy Ghost, with power divine,
Cleanse this guilty heart of mine;
Long has sin, without control,
Held dominion o’er my soul.

Holy Ghost, with joy divine,
Cheer this saddened heart of mine;
Bid my many woes depart,
Heal my wounded, bleeding heart.

Holy Spirit, all divine,
Dwell within this heart of mine;
Cast down every idol throne,
Reign supreme, and reign alone.

See, to Thee I yield my heart,
Shed Thy life through every part;
A pure temple I would be,
Wholly dedicate to Thee.

Joy! because the circling year
Brings our day of blessings here;
Day when first the light divine
On the Church began to shine.

Like to quivering tongues of flame
Unto each the Spirit came,
Tongues, that earth might hear their call,
Fire, that love might burn in all.

So the wondrous works of God
Wondrously were spread abroad;
Every tribe’s familiar tone
Made the glorious marvel known.

Hardened scoffers vainly jeered;
Listening strangers heard and feared,
Knew the prophets’ word fulfilled,
Owned the work which God had willed.

Still Thy Spirit’s fullness, Lord,
On Thy waiting Church be poured;
Grant our burdened hearts release;
Grant us Thine abiding peace.

Winter reigns o’er many a region,
Many a seed field fallow lies;
When, O Lord, shall come the springtime,
With its quickening energies?
When shall this long night be ended?
When the morning dawn appear?
When shall drought give place to freshness?
When these deserts bloom with cheer?

Lord, Thy Church is ever praying:
Now her anxious yearnings hear;
Speed the triumphs of Thy kingdom;
Spread its vict’ries far and near;
Own the work, Thy grace attend it,
Which we undertake for Thee;
Let a holy love inflame us;
Kindle zeal and fervency.

That Thy fields be rightly cultured,
Send the laborers that we need,
Men to light the heavy darkness,
Sow the wastes with precious seed.
Then send down the gentle showers,
Make Thy gracious sunlight shine,
That each field may joy with blessing,
Bringing forth the fruits divine.

By the breezes of Thy Spirit,
Fan all deadness into life;
Bless the seeds to Thee upspringing,
Keep each plant from blast and strife.
And, ye toilers in this seeding,
Know the promise God hath given:
Glorious crowns await the faithful,
And eternal gains in Heaven.