Trim Your Lamps!

Rejoice

ye saints! the time draws near

When Christ will in the clouds ap­pear

And for His peo­ple call.

Trim your lamps

and be rea­dy

Trim your lamps

and be rea­dy

Trim your lamps

and be rea­dy

For the mid­night cry.

For the mid­night cry

For the mid­night cry

Trim your lamps and be rea­dy

For the mid­night cry.

The trum­pet sounds

the thun­ders roll;

The heav­ens pass­ing as a scroll;

The earth will burn with fire.

Poor sin­ners then on earth will cry

While light­nings flash from out the sky

O mount­ains

on us fall!

Yes

sin­ners then on earth will burn

To ashes will their bo­dies turn

The saints will shout for joy.

Then on a sea of glass shall stand

King Je­sus

with His con­quer­ing band

Safe from con­sum­ing fire.

Come

breth­ren all

and let us try

To warn poor sin­ners

and to cry

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

Come trim your lamps

be­fore too late

And rea­dy for the bride­groom wait

And watch to en­ter in.