Go

Do not warn of certain death!

Do not mar his joy!

Let him live with pleasure stored

Do not unveil his ploy!

Do not bring to misery

The sinner loves his way

He is satisfied in death

So do not stop his play!

Do not tell the lover of life

His days will surely pass

And do not say we all must fade

And wither like the grass

Do not say it would've been better

If you were a babe, born still

And do not tell him the way he leads

His life will surely kill!

My child says the Lord of Lord's

This wisdom from on high?

To let the world slip slowly past

To never pierce a soul with My cry?

My plea that all would come and die

And take part in My cross

And forever bear the mark of the Gospel

My Son's blood, the terrible cost