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Life is oft beset with sorrows,
Trials come on every hand;
Fain would careworn pilgrims borrow
Pleasures from the glory land;
But we bide our time with patience,
Waiting till our Lord shall come,
Waiting till the Master bids us
Enter our eternal home.
Are we ready? Are we ready?
Will we hear the welcome voice
Bid us enter into glory,
And with ransomed souls rejoice?
Oft we stumble by the wayside
When temptations spread around;
Thus to lure us from our duty
Satan seeks to drag us down;
But like serpent-bitten Israel,
We can lift our trusting eyes
To the cross of our Redeemer
And our home beyond the skies.
Are we ready? Are we ready?
Will we hear the welcome voice
Bid us enter into glory,
And with ransomed souls rejoice?
Yes, we’ll bide our time with patience,
Battling with the hosts of sin;
If we’re faithful to the Master,
He will bid us enter in;
When we’ve passed the pearly gateway,
When we’ve reached the glory land,
Pain and tears will all be banished
By the loving Father’s hand.
Are we ready? Are we ready?
Will we hear the welcome voice
Bid us enter into glory,
And with ransomed souls rejoice?
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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WILL HE BID US ENTER IN
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 D r 8 7 8 7
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