“THE time is short!" If thou art not prepared
To hear thy summons from this earth away,
Awake, arouse thee from thy deadly sleep;
This is no time for dreaming or delay:
Haste to the Refuge. Look not back. The door
Stands open now. To-morrow, all may then be o'er!
Art thou prepared? Thy garments, are they white,
Washed in the blood that flowed from Jesus' veins?
Oh, sleep not, ransomed one; for soon the night
Will end: how short the time for work remains!
Gird up thy loins; faithful and earnest be;
And live alone for Him, who lived and died for thee.