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