Always Ready

Always rea­dy for the com­ing

Of the feet we long to kiss;

Always rea­dy for the mes­sage

From the land of end­less bliss:

Strive

my soul

to rea­dy be

When thy Sav­ior calls for thee;

Strive

my soul

to rea­dy be

When thy Sav­ior calls for thee.

Cometh He in dark of night?

Cometh He in day’s broad light?

Strive

my soul

to rea­dy be

When thy Sav­ior calls for thee.

Always rea­dy! How can mor­tals

Learn in rea­di­ness to wait?

If we strive to do each du­ty

We shall meet Him at the gate:

Always rea­dy with the mes­sage

Of a Sav­ior’s ten­der love:

Patient with the weak and err­ing

Winning souls to dwell ab­ove:

Always rea­dy in the beau­ty

Of a soul that loves to trust

Sure of dwell­ing with the Fa­ther

When its dust re­turns to dust.