If the Lord my Sav­ior comes
At the dawn­ing, in the morn­ing,
Of a gold­en sum­mer day,
Will He find me wait­ing, watch­ing,
For His call to come away?

If the Lord my Sav­ior comes
At the noon­time, in the hur­ry,
Mid the toil and press­ing care,
Will I hear His sweet voice call­ing,
Hear that shout­ing in the air?

If the Lord my Sav­ior comes
In the sha­dows of the twi­light,
When the cares are laid aside,
Will He find my soul still hark­ing,
For His sum­mons to His bride?

If the Lord my Sav­ior comes
In the qui­et of the mid­night,
When the earth is hushed to rest,
Will He find my lamp all rea­dy,
Bid me en­ter with the blest?