1 Let us watch and pray, till the gloom of morning,
Still with faithful care, watching unto pray’r,
Steadfast, though He gives us no word of warning,
Watching, waiting, still in pray’r.
He may come when midnight o’er earth is stealing,
Or when day her soft tints is first revealing,
We have naught to fear, if He find us here,
Watchful ever, and in pray’r.

2 He may come when earth from her slumber waketh,
When the golden day, drives the night away,
When a hymn of praise from all nature breaketh,
When the glad heart bows to pray.
Or when heavy clouds with their lightnings,
Rend the darkened air with their thunders calling,
Though His angels call, naught can us appall,
If we ready watch alway.

3 He may come when spring is in beauty growing,
Or when ripened grain, waves on hill and plain,
When the autumn woods are with glory glowing,
Or when winter hides his slain.
But whatever fortune of life betiding,
There can be no danger in love abiding,
So by night or day, let us watch and pray,
Waiting till He comes again.