46. I know not the hour
I know not the hour of His coming
Nor how He will speak to my heart;
Nor whether at morning or midday
My spirit to Him will depart.
But I know...I shall wake in the likeness
Of Him I am longing to see;
I know...that mine eyes shall behold Him
Who died...for a sinner like me.
I know not the bliss that awaits me,
At rest with my Saviour above;
I know not how soon I shall enter,
And bathe in the ocean of love.
I know not, but O, I am watching,
My lamp ever burning and bright,
I know not if Jesus will call me
At morning, at noon or at night.
Something wrong? Let me know.