Author:		Eliza E. Hewitt, 1851-1920
Musician:		James M. Black, 1856-1938

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There's an hour which no man knoweth,
Nor the angels round the throne,
When the Lord shall come in glory from the sky;
All the saints shall rise to meet Him,
For He calleth for His own;
They shall hear the trumpet sounding by and by.

What a blessed transformation!
In the twinkling of an eye,
When the mortal shall immortal life put on;
Those who love Him shall be like Him
When He cometh from on high,
At the noontide, at the midnight, or at dawn.

Though our sins have been as scarlet,
Let us seek the streams that flow
From the Cross that rose on Calv'ry's rugged height:
He is able still to keep us,
And present us white as snow,
When He comes again in clouds of dazzling light.