There's a cold latter rain
to those now gone astray.
Saying come ye men with your load of sin
Your conscience never tired
Be assured, my friend, if you still offend
He will set your fields on fire
If you don't from sin retire
He will set your fields on fire
You have heard Jesus' call,
And in death your souls must fall,
Now my friends, if you desire,
You may join the heavenly choir,
When He sets this world on fire.
You have heard his voice,
that trusted in his grace.
You have blushed with sin
but still you hide your face
but still you say, re tire.
I set your fields on fire
If you don't from sin return
He will set your fields on fire
You have heard Jesus call
And in death your soul must fall
Now my friends, if you desire
You may join the heavenly choir
When He sets this world on fire