I KNOW NOT THE HOUR OF HIS COMING.
By Ezra Hallock
I KNOW not the hour of His coming;
I know not the day nor the year;
But I know that He bids me be ready
For the step that I sometime shall hear. I KNOW not what lieth before me,
It may be all pleasure, all care;
But I know at the end of the journey
Stands the mansion He went to prepare. And whether in joy or in sorrow,
Through valley, o'er mountain, or hill,
I will walk in the light of His presence,
And His love all repining shall still. I KNOW not what duties are waiting
For hands that are willing and true,
And I ask but the strength to be faithful,
And do well what He gives me to do. And if He should bid me stand idle—
Just waiting—in weakness and pain,
I have only to trust and be faithful,
And sometime He'll make it all plain. And when His voice calls, in the morning,
At noontime, perhaps, or at night,
With no plea but the one, Thou hast called me,
I shall enter the portals of light.
—Ezra Hallock.