In an open invitation to a quiet congregation an old fashion preacher proclaims
If you're lost you need Jesus and for this very reason
On the cross God's Son was slain
From the word he'd been preaching, his voice now humbly pleading
As he beckons with his hand all around
Then a poor lost sinner makes their way to an altar
And another name's written down
Heaven's penman has written all the names in the pages
Of the Lamb's book of life that's been kept through the ages
And the angels rejoice and order up a new crown
Each time heaven's penman writes a new name down
When a soul that preaching touches pulls free from Satan's clutches
When the words of a song moves a heart
And they see their behavior and the need of a Saviour
Then turn from a world torn apart
When a tract has been handed and a lost soul understands it
And repents of the deeds he has done
Well there's one thing about it, there's no reason to doubt it
Heaven's penman never misses one
Heaven's penman has written all the names in the pages
Of the Lamb's book of life that's been kept through the ages
And the angels rejoice and order up a new crown
Each time heaven's penman writes a new name down
Each time heaven's penman writes a new name down