Who can de­clare the day or hour,
When Christ once more shall come,
Arrayed in ma­jes­ty and pow­er,
To call His peo­ple home?

That day shall come when few sup­pose
The aw­ful sea­son near;
Unlooked for by de­rid­ing foes
Messiah shall ap­pear.

Then all His ser­vants shall re­joice,
And songs of tri­umph sing;
While sin­ners trem­ble at the voice
Of their of­fend­ed king.

Where, gr­acious Lord, shall we be found
At that tre­men­dous day?
With Thy eter­nal mer­cy crowned?
Or cast with scorn away?

We could not dare to view Thy face
If Je­sus had not died;
But now we trust His bound­less grace
And all our fears sub­side.

His name is all the plea we make,
With this we ven­ture nigh;
Father, re­ceive us for His sake,
And leave us not to die.