Are You Ready?
Soon the evening shadows, falling,
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Soon the evening shadows, falling,Close the day of mortal life;Soon the hand of death appallingDraws thee from its weary strife.
Chorus.
Are you ready? Are you ready?'Tis the Spirit calling, why delay?Are you ready? Are you ready?Do not linger longer, come to-day.
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Soon the awful trumpet soundingCalls thee to the judgment throne;Now prepare; for love aboundingYet has left thee not alone.
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O how fatal 'tis to linger!Art thou ready—ready now?Ready, should Death's icy fingerLay its chill upon thy brow?
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Priceless love and free salvationFreely still are offered thee;Yield no longer to temptation,But from sin and sorrow flee.