I know not how soon God will call me,
To leave all these scenes here be­low;
Here tri­als and trou­bles be­fall me,
I care not how soon I may go.

Refrain

I’m glad that I know not the com­ing
Of Je­sus, my Mas­ter, my joy;
But soon He will take me from roam­ing,
To rest where no fears can an­noy.

Tonight the death an­gel may whis­per
The sum­mons for me to come home;
And leave here a bro­ther or sis­ter,
My sud­den de­part­ure to mourn.

Refrain

I know not how soon I’ll be sing­ing
Sweet songs with the ran­somed up there;
For ev­er the an­thems are ring­ing,
O’er Hea­ven’s dear land­scape so fair.

Refrain