He will come, per­haps, at dawn­ing
Of some sun­ny, sum­mer’s day;
Fairer than the tints of morn­ing,
Glory shall at­tend His way.

Refrain

O my soul, go forth to greet Him,
Greet Him on His glo­ri­ous way;
O my feet, go out to meet Him,
When He com­eth that glad day.

Or, when sul­try noon is beam­ing,
He, per­chance, will come again;
O’er His path a glo­ry stream­ing,
Fairest of the sons of men.

Refrain

When the shades of night are fall­ing,
It may be, my Lord will come;
I may hear Him sweet­ly call­ing,
Calling me to share His home.

Refrain