The Cyber Hymnal ‎#4606

4606. Nothing Know We of the Season

1. 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 Savior shall return,
And His people cease to mourn.

2. While a careless world is sleeping,
Then it is the day will come;
Mirth will then be turned to weeping,
Sinners then must meet their doom;
But the people of the Lord
Shall obtain their bright reward.

3. O what sacred joys await them!
They shall see the Savior 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.

4. Waiting for the Lord’s returning,
Be it ours His word to keep;
Let our lamps be always burning;
Let us watch while others sleep;
We’re no longer of the night;
We are children of the light.

5. Being of the favored number
Whom the Savior 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!

Text Information

• First Line: Nothing know we of the season
• Title: Nothing Know We of the Season
• Author: Thomas Kelly (1809)
• Meter: 87.87.77
• Language: English
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tune: IRBY, Henry J. Gauntlett, 1849

Tune Information

• Name: ALL SAINTS OLD
• Meter: 87.87.77
• Incipit: 15663 15671 76651
• Key: C Major
• Copyright: Public Domain