Oh, to and fro the sandals god, they walk the wide world over, the gospel shoes, with God's good news of earth's tremendous Lover: sandals, sandals, there go the gospel sandals! Oh, to and fro the sandals go, but with each moment flying, some here, some there, by vacant chair leave empty sandals lying; sandals, sandals, who's going to fill those sandals? Oh, far and near a call comes clear for holy feet and willing to walk God's ways and take their place, those empty sandals filling: sandals, sandals, who's going to fill God's sandals?