The Bells of Eternity

The day is de­part­ing

its hours are past;

The sha­dows are fall­ing

are fall­ing fast;

The sheaves are at rest on the har­vest plain;

The reap­ers have ga­thered the gold­en grain

The reap­ers have ga­thered the gold­en grain.

Be rea­dy

my soul

for the Lord is near;

The sound of His com­ing is al­most here;

Be rea­dy

for list! they are call­ing thee!

The bells

the bells of eter­ni­ty;

The bells

the bells of eter­ni­ty.

The sha­dows are creep­ing o’er vale and hill;

The dews on the mount­ains are soft and still;

I know that the day­light

with wealth un­told

Is fad­ing away on the hills of gold

Is fad­ing away on the hills of gold.

The song of the reap­ers is far away;

No long­er they toil in the har­vest day;

The mom­ents

now wait­ing

will soon be o’er;

The day will be gone

and for­ev­er­more

The day will be gone

and for­ev­er­more.