We Know Not the Hour

We know not the hour

Of the Mas­ter’s ap­pear­ing

Yet signs all fore­tell

That the mo­ment is near­ing

When He shall re­turn—

’Tis a pro­mise most cheer­ing—

But we know not the hour.

He will come

let us watch and be rea­dy;

He will come

hal­le­lu­jah! hal­le­lu­jah!

He will come in the clouds

Of His Fa­ther’s bright glo­ry—

But we know not the hour.

There’s light for the wise

Who are seek­ing sal­va­tion;

There’s truth in the book

Of the Lord’s re­ve­la­tion;

Each pro­phe­cy points

To the great con­sum­ma­tion—

But we know not the hour.

We’ll watch and we’ll pray

With our lamps trimmed and burn­ing;

We’ll work and we’ll wait

Till the Mas­ter’s re­turn­ing;

We’ll sing and re­joice

Every omen dis­cern­ing—

But we know not the hour.