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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain