Are You Ready? (Slaughenhaupt)

Soon the ev­en­ing sha­dows fall­ing

Close the day of mor­tal life;

Soon the hand of death ap­pall­ing

Draws thee from its wea­ry strife.

Are you rea­dy? Are you rea­dy?

’Tis the Spir­it call­ing

why de­lay?

Are you rea­dy? Are you rea­dy?

Do not ling­er long­er

come to­day.

Soon the aw­ful trum­pet sound­ing

Calls thee to the judg­ment throne;

Now pre­pare

for love ab­ound­ing

Yet has left thee not alone.

Oh

how fa­tal ’tis to lin­ger!

Art thou rea­dy—rea­dy now?

Ready

should death’s icy fin­ger

Lay its chill up­on thy brow?

Priceless love and free sal­va­tion

Freely still are of­fered thee;

Yield no long­er to temp­ta­tion

But from sin and sor­row flee.