Twas the night before Christmas when all through the world, people were lost, for they had
not heard.
Billions of people were headed to hell, yet they did not know, for the saved did not tell.
The burden of those has become my role, for hell is a torture I'd not wish on a soul.
Together let's join, for the cause we must fight, for our riddle on earth is to abolish
this plight.
One final plea, I cry that tis right, preach God's gift to the lost, yes, the free gospel
light.