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 today.

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

3 Oh, how fatal 'tis to linger!
Are thou ready--ready now--
Ready, should death's icy finger
Lay its chill upon thy brow? [Refrain]

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