It may be He’ll come in the morn­ing,
When the sun­beams are greet­ing the flow­ers;
And the heart is o’er­flow­ing with glad­ness,
That thrills through life’s ear­li­er hours.

Refrain

And so I will strive to be rea­dy,
For His com­ing, when­e’er it may be,
For His wel­com­ing smile of ap­prov­al
Will be dear­er than Hea­ven to me.
For His wel­com­ing smile of ap­prov­al
Will be dear­er than Hea­ven to me.

It may be He’ll come in the noon­time,
When the spi­rit is bur­dened with care;
And the souls that should always be wait­ing,
Forget for the Lord to pre­pare.

Refrain

It may be He’ll come in the ev­en­ing,
When the sun has gone down in the west,
When the toil­er has ceased from his la­bor,
And song birds are seek­ing their nest.

Refrain

It may be He’ll come at life’s mid­night,
When the wea­ry soul longs for its rest,
And the years, once so joy­ous and hap­py,
With seed-time and har­vest have blest.

Refrain