No one can tell when the Savior shall come,
Whether in day, or in night’s solemn gloom;
But this we know, and it bringeth sweet cheer—
We shall be like Him,
When He shall appear!
When He shall appear, when He shall appear
We shall be like Him, when He shall appear!
Oh, blessèd hope, that hath lifted the weak,
And thrilled with rapture the thirsty who seek
Joy at the fountain that flows ever clear,
Even to me this sweet promise is giv’n!
That I may shine in the glory of Heav’n;
Life’s heavy burdens I’ll cheerfully bear;
Oh, let us strive, then, to work with a will.
Soon He will come and His promise fulfill.
Ever be ready His summons to hear,