Nothing know we of the season

Nothing know we of the season
When the world shall pass away;
But we know, the saints have reason
To expect a glorious day;
When the Saviour will return,
And his people cease to mourn.

O what sacred joys await them!
They shall see the Saviour then;
Those who now oppose and hate them,
Never can oppose again.
Brethren, let us think of this:
All is ours if we are his.

Waiting for our Lord's returning,
Be it ours his word to keep;
May our lamps be always burning,
May we watch while others sleep.
We're no longer of the night;
We are children of the light.

Being of the favoured number,
Whom the Saviour calls his own,
'Tis not meet that we should slumber;
Nothing should be left undone.
This should be his people's aim,
Still to glorify his name.