1. The day is departing, its hours are past;
The shadows are falling, are falling fast;
The sheaves are at rest on the harvest plain;
The reapers have gathered the golden grain,
The reapers have gathered the golden grain.

Refrain
Be ready, my soul, for the Lord is near;
The sound of His coming is almost here;
Be ready, for list! they are calling thee!
The bells, the bells of eternity;
The bells, the bells of eternity.

2. The shadows are creeping o’er vale and hill;
The dews on the mountains are soft and still;
I know that the daylight, with wealth untold,
Is fading away on the hills of gold,
Is fading away on the hills of gold. [Refrain]

3. The song of the reapers is far away;
No longer they toil in the harvest day;
The moments, now waiting, will soon be o’er;
The day will be gone, and forevermore,
The day will be gone, and forevermore. [Refrain]