Master! Thou’rt coming soon,
And time rolls quickly on;
Help me always to be
Ready for Thee!
Give me that fervent heart
That will not take a part
In aught that would not be
Ready for Thee!
Self-emptied at Thy feet,
Thy words I’d find and eat,
And thus unceasing be
Ready for Thee!
May all Thy saints, clear Lord,
According to thy word,
Be loved, and served, by me—
Ready for Thee!
In thee, Lord, may I hide;
For lusts within and pride
Oft press me, when I’d be
Ready for Thee!
May I confess Thy name,
Midst suffering, loss, or shame;
My garments spotless be
Ready for Thee!
Lord, ‘tis Thyself—not heav’n,
Not e’en the glory giv’n—
But Thy dear face I’d see.
Ready for Thee!
H. H. S.