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Verse 1

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 to-day.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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

Verse 4

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

Verse 1

Oh, where shall rest be found--
Rest for the weary soul?
’Twere vain the ocean depths to sound,
Or pierce to either pole.

Verse 2

The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
’Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

Verse 3

Beyond this vale of tears
There is a life above,
Unmeasured by the flight of years;
And all that life is love.

Verse 4

There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath;
Oh, what eternal horrors hang
Around the second death!

Verse 5

Lord God of truth and grace,
Teach us that death to shun,
Lest we be banished from thy face,
And evermore undone.

Verse 1

How sad would it be, if when thou didst call,
All hopeless and unforgiven,
The angel that stands at the beautiful gate,
Should answer, No room in heaven.

Refrain

Sad, sad, sad would it be!
No room in heaven for thee!
No room, no room,
No room in heaven for thee!

Verse 2

How sad it would be, the harvest all past,
The bright summer days all over;
To know that the reapers had gathered the grain,
And left thee alone forever.

Verse 3

Oh, haste thee, and fly, while mercy is near,
Remember the love that he gave you;
The love that has sought thee is seeking thee still,
And Jesus now waits to save you.

Verse 1

The door of salvation is open wide,
And Jesus invites you to come;
While mercy and pardon await within,
Oh, enter while yet there is room.

Refrain

When the door once is shut,
To entreat will be vain;
’Twill never, no, never
Be opened again.

Verse 2

The feast of the gospel awaits its guests,
The day and the hour are at hand;
Ye hungry and perishing souls, draw near;
Oh, why do you doubtingly stand?

Verse 3

Dear friends, if you ever should stand without,
And plead for admittance in vain,
You’d think of the Savior’s entreating voice,
And long for this moment again.