"Our families, our schools, our congregations, not to speak of our cities at large, our land, our world, might well send us daily to our knees; for the loss of even one soul is terrible beyond conception! Eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has entered the heart of man, what a soul in hell must suffer forever. Lord, give us bowels of mercies! What a mystery! The soul and eternity of one man depends upon the voice of another!"
Horatius Bonar - Scottish pastor and hymn writer (Not What My Hands Have Done) 1808-1889, this is an excerpt from his book Words to Winners of Souls
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