Prepare Thy God to Meet

On ev­ery side a voice I hear

That loud­er speak­eth year by year

A voice I dare not light­ly treat

Prepare

pre­pare thy God to meet.

The fall­ing leaf

the fad­ing flow­er

The sink­ing sun at ev­en­ing’s hour

All ev­er­more to me re­peat

Prepare

pre­pare thy God to meet.

The fu­ner­al train

the toll­ing bell

The grave

where

dy­ing

I must dwell

My ach­ing heart speaks with each beat

Prepare

pre­pare thy God to meet.

Where’er I turn

what­e’er I do

This warn­ing mes­sage thrills me thro’

In si­lent hall

or noi­sy street

Prepare

pre­pare thy God to meet.