If Jesus should come to our meeting today,
To call out the Christians by name,
O how we should listen to what He would say!
How solemn the moments would seem!
He’d know who they were, for He searches the heart;
We could not the Saviour deceive;
O who are the ones that He’d call out apart?
And who are the ones He would leave?
Yet Jesus is here, though His form is unseen,
His eye is on each of us now;
He knows who has truly sought pardon for sin,
And longs the dear Saviour to know.
His angels are coming like reapers some day,
To sever the tares from the wheat,
And carry God’s children in safety away,
Their loving Redeemer to meet.