All things are ready now,
The Sacrifice has bled,
The thorns have pierced the royal brow,
Of Jesus’ sacred head.
All things are ready—yes,
The Substitute has died,
He bore our sins upon the cross;
By faith we’re justified.
All things are ready—come,
Why tarry longer now,
Uncertain of a future home,
Our God would fain endow?
All things are ready—but
Your time may soon be o’er,
The Gospel door of mercy shut,
For you to ope no more.
All things are ready—come,
Before it be too late,
Let not reluctance seal your doom,
In sad perdition fate.
All things are ready—come,
Come to the Gospel Feast,
O, come today, while yet there’s room,
And be forever blest.
ML 01/02/1938