Lighted Lamps

Soon will the heav’n­ly Bride­groom come;

Ye wed­ding guests

draw near

And slum­ber not in sin when He

The Son of God

is here.

With lamps alight and oil in store

Let ev­ery guest ad­vance

Nor shrink ashamed in trem­bling awe

From His bright coun­te­nance.

Come

let us haste to meet our Lord

And hail Him with de­light

Who saved us by His pre­cious blood

And sor­rows in­fi­nite:

Beside Him all the pa­tri­archs old

And ho­ly pro­phets stand

The glo­ri­ous apos­tol­ic choir

The no­ble mar­tyr band.

As breth­ren dear they wel­come us

And lead us to the throne

Where an­gels bow their veil­èd heads

Before the Three in One

Where we

with all the saints of Christ

A white robed mul­ti­tude

Shall praise th’as­cend­ed Lord who deigns

To wear our flesh and blood.

His gra­cious hand will ope for us

The gates of para­dise

And spread the glo­ries of His heav’n

Before our daz­zled eyes:

Our lot will be for aye to share

His reign of peace above

And drink with un­ex­haust­ed joy

The riv­er of His love.