The Happy Crowning Day

There’s an hour which no man know­eth

Nor the an­gels round the throne

When the Lord shall come

In glo­ry from the sky;

All the saints shall rise to meet Him

For He call­eth for His own;

They shall hear the trum­pet

Sounding by and by.

Are you rea­dy? rea­dy?

Looking for the King?

Ready

while you la­bor

watch and pray?

Are you rea­dy? rea­dy?

Looking for the King?

Ready for the hap­py crown­ing day?

What a bless­èd trans­for­ma­tion

In the twink­ling of an eye

When the mor­tal shall

Immortal life put on!

Those who love Him shall be like Him

When He com­eth from on high

At the noon­tide

at the mid­night

Or at dawn.

Though our sins have been as scar­let

Let us seek the streams that flow

From the cross that rose

On Cal­v’ry’s rug­ged height;

He is able still to keep us

And pre­sent us white as snow

When He comes again

As clouds of dazz­ling light.