When the hearts we fondly cherish, From our home are far away, For the absent ones returning, How we long, and watch, and pray. How we look to see them coming, When the moon is on the hill; And the lonely star of midnight Finds us watching, praying still. Yes, we look for their returning, Till our aching eyes grow dim; But the Master too is coming; Are we watching now for Him? O the sleepless, anxious moments That for others oft we spend, Tho’ we fail to heed the counsel Of our kindest, dearest friend. Place the watch lamp in the window, Let its rays burn bright and clear, Lest the Bridegroom should surprise us, For His coming may be near; Watch, and be ye also ready, Were His parting words to all; He may come at early dawning, Or when evening shadows fall.