If I should quit, what would I do?
Seek shelter from the heat, forget the cry of the lost?
Would I be happy for a time and then find I was through
And spend my time praying for something to do?
Saying, God, Why did I quit?
If I should quit, I would find God had not.
The battle would still rage,
The Church would still march on.
The wind would keep blowing, the Spirit filling
Only I would be further and further behind, unwilling
Wondering God, Why did I quit?
If I should quit, what would I say to God who called me?
What would I say to the people who sent me?
What would I say to the pagan
who trusted in me to show him the way,
And to the Spirit’s urging, day after day?
Oh God, I cannot quit!
If I should quit, Let it be when I’m dead
Not while I’m alive, Or when I’m dissatisfied
Or minimized or ostricized
But please God, let quitting time
be for me when I’m dead!