Mine Eyes Shall Behold Him

I know not the hour of His com­ing

Nor how He will speak to my heart;

Or whether at morn­ing or mid-day

My spir­it to Him will de­part.

But I know I shall wake in the like­ness

Of Him I am long­ing to see;

I know that mine eyes shall be­hold Him

And that is enough for me.

I know not the bliss that awaits me

At rest with my Sav­ior ab­ove;

I know not how soon I shall en­ter

And bathe in the ocean of love.

Perhaps in the midst of my la­bor

A voice from the Lord I shall hear;

Perhaps in the slum­ber of mid­night

Its mes­sage may fall on my ear.

I know not

but O I am watch­ing

My lamp ev­er burn­ing and bright

I know not if Je­sus will call me

At morn­ing

at noon or at night.