1. It may be at morn, when the day is a- wak- ing, When sun- light through dark- ness and sha- dow is break- ing That Je- sus will come in the full- ness of glo- ry To re- ceive from the world "His own." O Lord Je- sus, how long, how long Ere we shout the glad song, Christ re- turn- eth! Hal- le- lu- jah! Hal- le- lu- jah! A- men. Hal- le- lu- jah! A- men.

2. It may be at mid- day, it may be at twi- light, It may be, per- chance, that the black- ness of mid- night Will burst in- to light in the blaze of His glo- ry, When Je- sus re- ceives "His own."

3. While hosts cry Ho- san- na, from hea- ven de- scen- ding, With glo- ri- fied saints and the an- gels at- tend- ing, With grace on His brow, like a ha- lo of glo- ry, Will Je- sus re- ceive "His own."

4. Oh, joy! oh, de- light! should we go with- out dy- ing, No sick- ness, no sad- ness, no dread and no cry- ing. Caught up through the clouds with our Lord in- to glo- ry, When Je- sus re- ceives "His own."