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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain