When He Comes

I wonder, when He comes again,

Will herald angels sing?

Will earth be white with drifted snow,

Or will the world know spring?

I wonder if one star will shine

Far brighter than the rest

Will daylight stay the whole night through?

Will songbirds leave their nests?

I’m sure He’ll call His little ones

Together ’round His knee

Because He said in days gone by,

“Suffer them to come to me.”

I wonder, when He comes again,

Will I be ready there

To look upon His loving face

And join with Him in prayer?

Each day I’ll try to do His will

And let my light so shine

That others seeing me may seek

For greater light divine.

Then, when that blessed day is here,

He’ll love me and He’ll say,

“You’ve served me well, my little child,

Come unto my arms to stay.”