I know not the hour of His coming,
Nor how He will speak to my heart;
Or whether at morning or mid-day,
My spirit to Him will depart.
But I know I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know that mine eyes shall behold Him,
And that is enough for me.
I know not the bliss that awaits me,
At rest with my Savior above;
I know not how soon I shall enter,
And bathe in the ocean of love.
Perhaps in the midst of my labor,
A voice from the Lord I shall hear;
Perhaps in the slumber of midnight,
Its message may fall on my ear.
I know not, but O I am watching,
My lamp ever burning and bright,
I know not if Jesus will call me
At morning, at noon or at night.