“Oh, can we say we are ready, brother?
Ready for the soul’s bright home?
Say, will He find you and me still watching,
Waiting, waiting, when the Lord shall come?
“Blessed are those whom the Lord finds watching
In His glory they shall share:
If He shall come at the dawn or midnight,
Will He find us watching there?”
Again the chorus rang out, and as Tom Hammond left the hall, the question of it clung to him. It forced itself upon his brain; it groped about for his heart; it clamoured to be hearkened to.