When Will He Come?

It may be at mid­night when Je­sus will come

To take us away to our rest;

Tho’ dark be the hour He will scat­ter its gloom

And we will be ev­er­more blest.

When He doth come

His own to take home

We’ll try to be rea­dy to go;

On pin­ions of light

He’ll scat­ter earth’s night

And wash our robes whit­er than snow.

It may be at noon-day when all is so bright

His bright­ness will out­shine the sun;

He’ll take us away to a pal­ace of light

And give us the crown we have won.

At morn­ing or noon or at night’s dis­mal hour

It mat­ters not when He doth come;

If we are but trust­ing in His sav­ing pow­er

He’ll give us a pre­cious sweet home.