We know not the hour
Of the Master’s appearing,
Yet signs all foretell
That the moment is nearing
When He shall return—
’Tis a promise most cheering—
But we know not the hour.

Refrain

He will come, let us watch and be ready;
He will come, hallelujah! hallelujah!
He will come in the clouds
Of His Father’s bright glory—
But we know not the hour.

There’s light for the wise
Who are seeking salvation;
There’s truth in the book
Of the Lord’s revelation;
Each prophecy points
To the great consummation—
But we know not the hour.

Refrain

We’ll watch and we’ll pray,
With our lamps trimmed and burning;
We’ll work and we’ll wait
Till the Master’s returning;
We’ll sing and rejoice,
Every omen discerning—
But we know not the hour.

Refrain