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I AM READY TO FLY.
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[A dying Christian endeavored, as she was departing, to whisper two or three sentences to those who were watching by her bedside. The whole, however, was unintelligible, except the last word, which was “Ready.”]
Ready now to spread my pinions,
Glad to wing my flight away,
From the gloom that hovers round me,
To the realms of endless day.
Ready am I, washed and pardoned;
Ready am I, freed from sin;
Ready to complete the conflict;
Ready heavenly joy to win;—
Glad to wing my flight away,
From the gloom that hovers round me,
To the realms of endless day.
Ready am I, washed and pardoned;
Ready am I, freed from sin;
Ready to complete the conflict;
Ready heavenly joy to win;—
Ready over death to triumph,
And to tread the tempter down;
Ready life and bliss t' inherit,
And to wear the glorious crown;
Ready to be freed from sorrow,
Tears and parting, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion—
Life is dear, but death is gain;—
And to tread the tempter down;
Ready life and bliss t' inherit,
And to wear the glorious crown;
Ready to be freed from sorrow,
Tears and parting, toil and pain;
Ready for the heavenly mansion—
Life is dear, but death is gain;—
Ready to forsake the shadows
Of the night so dim and long;
Ready for my harp of glory;
Ready for the angels' song;
Ready, with salvation's banner,
To ecstatic joys to rise;
Ready for the glad hosanna
In the heavenly paradise;
Ready, with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of life to be,
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing “joy” and “victory.”
Of the night so dim and long;
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Ready for the angels' song;
Ready, with salvation's banner,
To ecstatic joys to rise;
Ready for the glad hosanna
In the heavenly paradise;
Ready, with the just made perfect,
Clothed in robes of life to be,
Swelling the enraptured chorus,
Singing “joy” and “victory.”
Heavenly messengers are round me;
Hark! their voices bid me come:
“Earth and time too long have bound thee;
Sister spirit, welcome home.”
Glad I go—my toil is finished;
Broke at last my earthly spell;
Upward now my soul is tending—
“Earth, and time, and death, farewell.”
Hark! their voices bid me come:
“Earth and time too long have bound thee;
Sister spirit, welcome home.”
Glad I go—my toil is finished;
Broke at last my earthly spell;
Upward now my soul is tending—
“Earth, and time, and death, farewell.”
As the bird with warbling music
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,
So the dying saint, departing,
Joyful took her heavenward way,
Life, and time, and gladness blending
In the light of perfect day.
Soars above our feeble sight,
Singing still, and still ascending,
Melting in the glorious light,
So the dying saint, departing,
Joyful took her heavenward way,
Life, and time, and gladness blending
In the light of perfect day.
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