Soon the ev­en­ing sha­dows fall­ing
Close the day of mor­tal life;
Soon the hand of death ap­pall­ing
Draws thee from its wea­ry strife.

Refrain

Are you rea­dy? Are you rea­dy?
’Tis the Spi­rit call­ing, why de­lay?
Are you rea­dy? Are you rea­dy?
Do not ling­er long­er, come to­day.

Soon the aw­ful trum­pet sound­ing
Calls thee to the judg­ment throne;
Now prepare, for love abound­ing
Yet has left thee not alone.

Refrain

Oh, how fa­tal ’tis to lin­ger!
Art thou rea­dy—rea­dy now?
Ready, should death’s icy fin­ger
Lay its chill up­on thy brow?

Refrain

Priceless love and free sal­va­tion
Freely still are of­fered thee;
Yield no long­er to temp­ta­tion,
But from sin and sor­row flee.

Refrain