Are you at your station ready,
For the near approaching train?
Are you fully contemplating
That a pass you will obtain?
Is there some important matter,
You have left behind undone,
That will keep you hesitating,
Till too late to make the run?

Refrain

O be ready for the glorious Gospel train,
Quickly make your preparation,
And your passport have in hand;
O be ready for the glorious Gospel train,
It will take you safely over,
To the glory spirit land.

Has your title been recorded,
That no question can be made?
Does your preparation warrant,
That you shall not be delayed?
When you see the headlight gleamings,
As around the curves they climb,
Have you any fears and doubtings,
That you’ll not get in on time?

Refrain

Are your garments nicely fitted,
That accepted you may be,
As a guest on board for Heaven,
Trav’ling for eternity?
Do you hold the bloodstained banner,
Of Emmanuel in your hand,
With your claims inscribed upon it,
And a ride for Heav’n demand?

Refrain

’Tis the only signal, brother,
That will make your passage sure,
That will stop the mighty engine,
And a seat to you secure;
That will give you close connection,
And a never failing hand,
That will take you safely over,
To the glory spirit land.

Refrain

Little children, Advent bids you
Meet your Lord upon His way;
Watch, for now the night is waning,
Soon will dawn the endless day.
Little children, Jesus bids you
Daily pray, “Thy kingdom come”;
Watch, and wait for His appearing,
Till He come to take you home.

Little children, He anoints you
With His spirit from above;
See then that your lamps be burning
With the fire of faith and love.
Little children, when we think not
We shall hear the awful cry,
“Go ye forth to meet the Bridegroom;
Haste, for Jesus draweth nigh.”

Little children, they shall meet Him,
Faithful children of the light;
They whose lamps are trimmed and burning,
And their garments pure and white.
O how blest to fall before Him,
O how blest His praise to sing.
Love Him, serve Him, and adore Him,
In the city of our King.

O Son of God, we wait for Thee,
In love for Thine appearing;
We know Thou sittest on the throne,
And we Thy Name are bearing,
Who trusts in Thee, may joyful be,
And see Thee, Lord, descending,
To bring us bliss unending.

We wait for Thee ’mid toil and pain,
In weariness and sighing;
But glad that Thou our guilt hast borne,
And canceled it by dying;
Hence cheerfully may we with Thee
Take up our cross and bear it,
Till we relief inherit.

We wait for Thee; here Thou hast won
Our hearts to hope and duty;
But while our spirits feel Thee near,
Our eyes would see Thy beauty;
We fain would be at rest with Thee
In peace and joy supernal,
In glorious life eternal.

We wait for Thee; sure Thou wilt come;
The time is swiftly nearing;
In this we also now rejoice,
And long for Thine appearing.
Oh, bliss ’twill be when Thee we see,
Homeward Thy people bringing,
With transport and with singing!

The wingèd herald of the day
Proclaims the morn’s approaching ray:
And Christ the Lord our souls excites,
And so to endless life invites.

Take up thy bed, to each He cries,
Who sick or wrapped in slumber lies;
And chaste and just and sober stand
And watch: My coming is at hand.

With earnest cry, with tearful care,
Call we the Lord to hear our prayer;
While supplication, pure and deep,
Forbids each chastened heart to sleep.

Do Thou, O Christ, our slumber wake:
Do Thou the chains of darkness break;
Purge Thou our former sins away,
And in our souls new light display.

All laud to God the Father be,
All praise, eternal Son, to Thee;
All glory, as is ever meet,
To God the holy Paraclete.