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1 He will come, perhaps, at dawning
Of some sunny, summer’s day;
Fairer than the tints of morning,
Glory shall attend His way.
O my soul, go forth to greet Him,
Greet Him on His glorious way;
O my feet, go out to meet Him,
When He cometh that glad day.
2 Or, when sultry noon is beaming,
He, perchance, will come again;
O’er His path a glory streaming,
Fairest of the sons of men. [Refrain]
3 When the shades of night are falling,
It may be, my Lord will come;
I may hear Him sweetly calling,
Calling me to share His home. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8221