What of the fu­ture, my bro­ther—
After this world and its strife?
Is there no light for thee yon­der,
Bright’ning the oncoming life?

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Make thy­self rea­dy, my bro­ther,
Ready to meet the dear Lord,
Knowing that soon He will call you—
Call you to meet your re­ward.

What of the fu­ture, my bro­ther?
Can you not see thro’ the gloom
Veiling the path­way be­fore you?
Is it all dark in the tomb?

Refrain

What of the fu­ture, my bro­ther?
Get thy­self ready to­night,
Fearing that God’s Ho­ly Spir­it,
Grieved and sad, takes His flight.

Refrain

What of the fu­ture, my bro­ther?
Turn not away from the love
Of the dear Sav­ior who draws thee
To Him, and man­sions above.

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