Be Ready, All

In the aw­ful day that’s com­ing

When Heav­en’s trump shall sound

And call the world to judg­ment

Oh

where shall we be found?

Shall we cry for rocks and mount­ains

To hide us in that day

From Him who comes in glo­ry

With all His bright ar­ray?

The Lord is com­ing short­ly

According to His word

Taking ven­geance on the wick­ed

And them that know not God:

Oh

who shall then be able

In that aw­ful day to stand?

Thou shalt be no long­er stew­ard

Will be the stern com­mand.

Shall we begin to trem­ble

While look­ing on that sight

And take our march in ang­uish

Down to eter­nal night?

Oh

what an aw­ful pic­ture!

To some it will come true;

And oh

my bro­ther

sis­ter

Shall it be I or you?

Oh

souls

be up and do­ing

We have no time to lose;

There’s life and death be­fore us—

Oh

which one will you choose?

Then let us all take warn­ing

And heed the Sav­ior’s call

Be robed in white adorn­ing

Then we’ll be rea­dy

all.