There is a Rock in a weary land
Its shadow falls on the burning sand
Inviting pilgrims as they pass
To seek a shade in the wilderness
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the sheltering Rock is so near by
O why will ye die?
There is a Well in a desert plain
Its waters call with entreating strain
"Ho, every thirsting, sin sick soul
Come, freely drink, and thou shalt be whole."
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the living Well is so near by
O why will ye die?
There is a cross where the Savior died
His blood flowed out in a crimson tide
A sacrifice for sins of men
And free to all who will enter in
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the crimson cross is so near by
O why will ye die?
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Alternate verse:
A great fold stands with its portals wide
The sheep astray on the mountain side
The Shepherd climbs o'er mountains steep
He's searching now for His wandering sheep
Then why will ye die?
O why will ye die?
When the Shepherd's fold is so near by
O why will ye die?
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