“We go to a better place called Heaven,” answered one of the company.
“Then come hither and go on the Path of Life. The way on which ye are now traveling leadeth unto everlasting death.”
“Aha! Aha! Aha!” cried they all. “We are well informed about the way and need no foreign voice to give direction.”
Then came the solemn hymn of warning in words so tender and clear that each one could hear every sentence:
“There’s a sad day coming,
A sad day coming.
There’s a sad coming by and by;
When the sinner shall hear his doom:
‘Depart, I know you not.’
Are you ready for that day to come?”
CHORUS:
“Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready for the judgment day?”
The words had not yet died on the air when a young man ran hastily from the company toward the Way of Life. His companions then gave vent to their ridicule, some even going after him and endeavoring to pull him back, but without avail.
Some sang an idle song to drown the hymn of warning that still rang in their ears. Others engaged in boisterous conversation, and still others mocked with foul profanity. They passed on, and as far as I could see them they were pushing on to the Valley of Death.
I saw another man who was heavily burdened with pieces of timber on which was written: “Faults of Church-Members.” He also came to the Place of Warning.