We Know Not the Time

We know not the time when He cometh, At even, or midnight, or morn; It may be at deepening twilight, It may be at earliest dawn. He bids us to watch and be ready, Nor suffer our lights to grow dim; That when He shall come, He may find us All waiting and watching for Him.

I think of His wonderful pity, The price our salvation hath cost; He left the bright mansions of glory To suffer and die for the lost. And sometimes I think it will please Him, When those whom He died to redeem, Rejoice in the hope of His coming By waiting and watching for Him.

O Jesus, my loving Redeemer, Thou knowest I cherish as dear The hope that mine eyes shall behold Thee, That I shall Thine own welcome hear! If to some as a Judge Thou appearest, Who forth from Thy presence would flee, A Friend most beloved I'll greet Thee, I'm waiting and watching for Thee.