At an Hour That Ye Think Not

At an hour that ye think not

The Mas­ter will come

An ac­count from His own He’ll de­mand

For the time and the ta­lents com­mit­ted to you

He that day will re­quire at your hand.

The Mas­ter is com­ing

be­ware ye!

The Mas­ter is com­ing

pre­pare ye!

Keep your lamps trimmed and burn­ing

To greet His re­turn­ing

At an hour that ye think not!

He’s com­ing.

At an hour that ye think not

The Judge will des­cend

And the trump of the arch­an­gel sound;

He has given us warn­ing

and bids us to watch

And each one at his post to be found.

At an hour that ye think not

The Bride­groom will call

For the Church

His be­lov­èd

His bride;

The re­deemed who in white

Wedding gar­ments are dressed

For the faith­ful the true and the tried.

At an hour that ye think not

What joy it will be

When the King comes to bring back His own.

If He looks with ap­prov­al up­on you and me

And we hear His glad plau­dit

Well done!