We are living in perilous times
Each day brings new distress
But God has told us in His word
To pray and do our best
To keep our lamps all trimmed and bright
Our wedding garments on
And something moving in my soul says;
"Child, you'll soon be gone."

I'll soon be gone from this old world below
To Heaven's throne, eternal joys to know
So without fear I'll wait to hear
The angels trumpet's tone
And on that day I'll soar away
Oh yes I'll soon be gone

Well, soon the crumbling works of man
Will all be counted loss
And those who built upon the sand
Must pay the awful cost
So why not kneel and pray today
The spirit lead you on
And with the Savior too can say,
"Thank God I'll soon be gone!"