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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain