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Matius 25:1-13

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Matius 25:1-13

• [Mat 25:1] Behold The Bridegroom Draweth Nigh

  “Behold, the Bridegroom draweth nigh” Hear ye the oft repeated cry? Go forth into the midnight dim; For blest are they whom He shall find With ready heart and watchful mind; Go forth, my soul, to Him. “Behold, the Bridegroom cometh by,” The call is echoed from the sky: Go forth, ye servants, watch and wait: The slothful cannot join His train; No careless ones can entrance gain; Awake, my soul, ’tis late. The wise will plead with one accord, “O holy, holy, holy Lord, On us Thy quick’ning grace bestow, That none may reach the door too late, When Thou shalt enter at the gate And to Thy kingdom go.” “Behold, the Bridegroom draweth near,” The warning falls on every ear: That night of dread shall come to all: Behold, my soul, thy lamp so dim, Rise, rise the smoking flax to trim; Soon shalt thou hear His call.

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• [Mat 25:1] Lamps Trimmed And Burning

  Let your lamps be trimmed and burning, Lest your feet may go astray! If you are the Lord’s disciple, Unto sinners show the way! Refrain We’ll go out with joy to meet Him, We’ll go out with joy to meet Him, At the midnight hour; If our lamps are trimmed and burning, When He cometh, when He cometh, At the midnight hour! Let your lamps be trimmed and burning, Let there be of oil no lack! Be not like the foolish virgins, From the entrance driven back! Refrain Let your lamps be trimmed and burning, Burning for eternity! Ready for the Lord’s appearing, Whensoever it may be! Refrain Let your lamps be trimmed and burning, For the midnight draweth near! When the Bridegroom quickly cometh, And we all His voice shall hear! Refrain

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• [Mat 25:1] Ten Virgins, The

  Once, forth to meet the bridegroom, At night ten virgins went; Five lamps were trimmed for burning, In five the oil was spent, And while they slept and slumbered, At midnight rose the shout Behold the bridegroom cometh, To meet him go ye out. Refrain Watch ye, therefore, watch I say, Watch ye, therefore, watch and pray; Ye know not the hour, ye know not the day The Son of Man may come. Then all the foolish virgins Their need began to tell; And all the wise ones answered, Go ye to them that sell. The foolish virgins hastened, In darkness, fear, and shame, The wise ones ready waited, And lo the bridegroom came! Refrain Lord, Lord, unto us open, The foolish virgins cried; “I know ye not,” unto them The bridegroom’s voice replied. O Christians, learn the lesson, Your lamps be wise and trim, And when the Bridegroom cometh, Go gladly in with Him. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:1] When Descending From The Sky

  When descending from the sky The Bridegroom shall appear; And the solemn midnight cry, Shall call professors near: How the sound our hearts will damp! How will shame o’erspread each face! If we only have a lamp, Without the oil of grace. Foolish virgins then will wake And seek for a supply; But in vain the pains they take To borrow or to buy: Then with those they now despise, Earnestly they’ll wish to share; But the best, among the wise, Will have no oil to spare. Wise are they, and truly blest, Who then shall ready be But despair will seize the rest, And dreadful misery: Once, they’ll cry, we scorned to doubt, Though in lies our trust we put; Now our lamp of hope is out, The door of mercy shut. If they then presume to plead, “Lord open to us now; We on earth have heard and prayed, And with thy saints did bow:” He will answer from his throne, “Though you with My people mixed, Yet to Me you ne’er were known, Depart, your doom is fixed.” O that none who worship here May hear that word, Depart! Lord impress a godly fear On each professor’s heart: Help us, Lord, to search the camp, Let us not ourselves beguile; Trusting to a dying lamp Without a stock of oil.

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• [Mat 25:1] When The Bridegroom Comes (latta)

  Will our lamps be filled and ready, When the Bridegroom comes? And our lights be clear and steady, When the Bridegroom comes? In the night, that solemn night, Will our lamps be burning bright, When the Bridegroom comes? Refrain O be ready! O be ready! O be ready when the Bridegroom comes! O be ready! O be ready! O be ready when the Bridegroom comes! Shall we hear a welcome sounding, When the Bridegroom comes? And a shout of joy resounding, When the Bridegroom comes? In the night, that solemn night, Will our lamps be burning bright, When the Bridegroom comes? Refrain Don’t delay our preparation Till the Bridegroom comes, Lest there be a separation, When the Bridegroom comes. In the night, that solemn night, Will our lamps be burning bright, When the Bridegroom comes? Refrain It may be a time of sorrow, When the Bridegroom comes; If our oil we hope to borrow, When the Bridegroom comes. In the night, that solemn night, Will our lamps be burning bright, When the Bridegroom comes? Refrain Oh, there’ll be a glorious meeting, When the Bridegroom comes; And a hallelujah greeting, When the Bridegroom comes. In the night, that joyful night, With our lamps all burning bright, When the Bridegroom comes. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:1] When The Bridegroom Comes (warren)

  Precious soul, prepare for the midnight call, “Be ready when the Bridegroom comes”; For the solemn change is awaiting all, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Refrain Oh, be ready when the Bridegroom comes! Oh, be ready when the Bridegroom comes! Will your lamp be burning at the Lord’s returning? Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Like the virgins wise fill your lamps with oil, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes; Let not sin your faithful efforts foil, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Refrain Then avail yourself of a full supply, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes; Never idle sit till your lamp burns dry, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Refrain Then awake, dear soul, you’re in sin’s dark night, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes; Let your lamp burn bright with a clear, good light, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Refrain Do not sleep, pour soul, till your lamp goes out— Be ready when the Bridegroom comes; Till the Lord returns with a mighty shout, Be ready when the Bridegroom comes. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:1] Ye Virgin Souls, Arise

  Ye virgin souls, arise, With all the dead awake Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take; Upstarting at the midnight cry, “Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh!” He comes, He comes, to call The nations to His bar, And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are; Made ready for your full reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. Go, meet Him in the sky, Your everlasting Friend; Your Head to glorify, With all His saints ascend; Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, His face! Ye that have here received The unction from above, And in His Spirit lived, Obedient to His love, Jesus shall claim you for His bride: Rejoice with all the sanctified! The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, Above yon angel powers In glorious joy to live; Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. Then let us wait to hear The trumpet’s welcome sound; To see our Lord appear, Watching let us be found; When Jesus doth the heavens bow, Be found—as, Lord, Thou find’st us now!

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• [Mat 25:1] Ye Waiting Souls, Arise

  Ye waiting souls, arise, With all the dead, awake! Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take; Upstarting at the midnight cry, “Behold, the heavenly Bridegroom nigh!” He comes, He comes to call The nations to His bar, And take to glory all Who meet for glory are; Made ready for your full reward, Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. Go, meet Him in the sky, Your everlasting Friend; Your Head to glorify, With all His saints ascend; Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace To see, without a veil, His face. The everlasting doors Shall soon the saints receive, With seraphs, thrones, and powers, In glorious joy to live; Far from a world of grief and sin, With God eternally shut in. Then let us wait to hear The trumpet’s welcome sound; To see our Lord appear, May we be watching found; And when Thou dost the heavens bow, Be found—as, Lord, Thou find’st us now.

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• [Mat 25:4] World Is Sad With Hopes That Die, The

  The world is sad with hopes that die, With joys that gleam and then go by, And dim the mortal eyes that gaze On setting suns of parting days. Better the hope, the joy, the light For spiritual heart and sight! For they whose life is hid on high Shall never part and never die. They never part! that saintly band, Heirs of the heavenly, holy land; Whom God the Spirit hath made one With God the Father and the Son. They never die! the deathly strife But ushers them to glorious life: From their last enemy they gain Their birth to bliss, their end to pain. But woe to them whose hearts are given To joys and treasures not of Heaven; Their wild awaking is to shame, The second death in endless flame. O Jesu, teach our hearts to soar And grasp those things which are before, That after death our life may be The immortality with Thee!

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• [Mat 25:6] Behold, He Cometh

  Awake, ye that slumber, Awake from your sleep, With lamps trimmed and burning, A watch you must keep, You know not how quickly, The cry you may hear, Go forth to meet the Bridegroom, For lo, He is near. Refrain Behold, He cometh, The blessèd Bridegroom cometh, Then go ye forth to meet Him, A glad and grateful throng. Behold, He cometh, The blessèd Bridegroom cometh, Then go ye forth to meet Him, With a happy, happy song. Awake, ye that slumber, His welcome prepare. Awake and be ready, His banquet to share. The hour is approaching, No time for repose, The open door of mercy, Forever may close. Refrain Awake, ye that slumber, No longer despise The warning that bids you Be watchful and wise. The Bridegroom may tarry, But true to His word, Your blessèd call to meet Him Will surely be heard. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] Behold, The Bridegroom Comes

  We shall hear a voice, an immortal voice, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” At the midnight watch, in the darkness deep, When across our souls heavy slumbers creep, We shall hear that voice, that immortal voice, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” Refrain Oh, be ready when the Bridegroom comes! Oh, be ready when the Bridegroom comes! At the noontide, In the evening, At the midnight, in the morning, Oh, be ready, Oh, be ready, Oh, be ready when the Bridegroom comes! Refrain When the voice shall cry, “Go ye forth tonight, Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” Then the pulse will cease, and the heart grow still, And the eyes will close, and the blood grow chill, And the soul will take its eternal flight, “For lo, the Bridegroom comes!” Refrain Brother, trim your lamp, have it burning bright, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” He will surely come, though He seemeth late, Be at peace with Him, nor a moment wait, You will hear the cry ere the morning light, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” Refrain Hast thou made a vow? hasten ye to pay, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” For when He has come, and hath closed the door, And ye stand and pray, “Open, we implore,” It will be too late—pay your vows today, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] Behold The Bridegroom Cometh (root)

  Our lamps are trimmed and burning, Our robes are white and clean; We’ve tarried for the Bridegroom, Oh, may we enter in? We know we’ve nothing worthy That we can call our own— The light, the oil, the robes we wear, Are all from Him alone. Refrain Behold the Bridegroom cometh! And all may enter in Whose lamps are trimmed and burning Whose robes are white and clean. Go forth, go forth to meet Him, The way is open now, All lighted with the glory That’s streaming from His brow. Accept the invitation Beyond deserving kind; Make no delay, but take your lamps, And joy eternal find. Refrain We see the marriage splendor Within the open door; We know that those who enter Are blest forevermore. We see His is more lovely Than all the sons of men, But still we know the door, once shut, Will never ope again. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] Bride Of The Lamb, Awake, Awake

  Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake! Why sleep for sorrow now? The hope of glory, Christ, is thine, A child of glory thou. Thy spirit, through the lonely night, From earthly joy apart, Hath sighed for One that’s far away— The Bridegroom of thy heart. But see! the night is waning fast, The breaking morn is near; And Jesus comes, with voice of love, Thy drooping heart to cheer. He comes—for oh, His yearning heart No more can bear delay— To scenes of full unmingled joy To call His bride away. Then weep no more; ’tis all thine own His crown, His joy divine; And, sweeter far than all beside, He, He Himself is thine!

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• [Mat 25:6] Bridegroom Soon Will Call Us, The

  The Bridegroom soon will call us, Come, all ye wedding guests! May not His voice appall us, While slumber binds our breasts; May all our lamps be burning, And oil be found in store, That we, with Him returning, May open find the door. There shall we see delighted Our dear Redeemer’s face, Who leads our souls benighted To glory by His grace; The patriarchs shall meet us, The prophets’ holy band, Apostles, martyrs, greet us In that celestial land. They will not blush to own us As brothers, sisters dear, Love ever will be shown us When we with them appear; We all shall come before Him, Who for us Man became, As Lord and God adore Him, And ever bless His Name. Our Father, rich in blessing, Will give us crowns of gold And, to His bosom pressing, Impart a bliss untold, Will welcome with embraces Of never ending love, And deck us with His graces In blissful realms above. In yonder home shall never Be silent music’s voice; With hearts and lips forever We shall in God rejoice; The angels shall adore Him, All saints shall sing His praise, And bring with joy before Him Their sweetest heav’nly lays. In mansions fair and spacious Will God the feast prepare, And ever kind and gracious, Bid us its riches share; There bliss that knows no measure From springs of love shall flow, And never changing pleasure His bounty will bestow. Thus God shall from all evil Forever make us free, From sin, and from the devil, From all adversity, From sickness, pain, and sadness, From troubles, cares, and fears, And grant us heavenly gladness And wipe away our tears.

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• [Mat 25:6] Lord Is Coming By And By, The

  The Lord is coming by and by, Be ready when He comes; He comes from His fair home on high, Be ready when He comes; He is the Lord our Righteousness, And comes His chosen ones to bless, And at His Father’s throne confess; Be ready when He comes. Refrain Will you be ready when the Bridegroom comes? Will you be ready when the Bridegroom comes? Will your lamps be trimmed and bright, Be it morning, noon or night? Will you be ready when the Bridegroom comes? He soon will come to earth again, Be ready when He comes; Begin His universal reign, Be ready when He comes; With hallelujahs Heav’n will ring, When Jesus does redemption bring; O trim your lamps to meet your King! Be ready when He comes. Refrain Behold! He comes to one and all, Be ready when He comes; He quickly comes with trumpet call, Be ready when He comes; To judgment called at His command, Drawn thither by His mighty hand, Before His throne we all must stand; Be ready when He comes. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] O Bride Of Christ, Rejoice

  O Bride of Christ, rejoice! Exultant raise thy voice To hail the day of glory, Foretold in sacred story. Refrain Hosanna, praise and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. Here comes the King most glorious To reign o’er all victorious Refrain He wears no kingly crown Yet as a king He’s known; Though not arrayed in splendor, He still makes death surrender. Refrain The weak and timid find How meek He is and kind; To them He gives a treasure Of bliss beyond all measure. Refrain Thy heart now open wide, Bid Christ with thee abide; He graciously will hear thee, And be forever near thee. Refrain Then go thy Lord to meet; Strew palm leaves at His feet; Thy garments spread before Him And honor and adore Him. Refrain E’en babes with one accord With thee shall praise the Lord, And every gentile nation Respond with exultation. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] Oh Be Ready!

  When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, Will your lamps be burning bright, Will your robes be pure and white, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by? Refrain Oh be ready! Oh be ready! Ready when the Bridegroom comes; Oh be ready! Oh be ready! Ready when the Bridegroom comes. When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, Oh be ready for that day, With your sins all washed away, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by. Refrain When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, Will your wearied heart rejoice At the sound of Jesus’ voice, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by? Refrain When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, Will the sorrows of the past All be changed to joy at last When the Bridegroom cometh by and by? Refrain When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Lord shall call His own, Can you stand before the throne, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by? Refrain When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by, Will you join the ransomed host, Or be found among the lost, When the Bridegroom cometh by and by? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:6] Praise, My Soul, The Lord In Glory

  Praise, my soul, the Lord in glory For His boundless grace! For His Word, the sacred story, That His love conveys! I its truth embrace. Christ has all my sins forgiven, Peace and light bestowed. He thro’ sin and death was driven, And made way to God. He made way to God. None can justly now me censure, Christ me chose for bride. To His loving heart I venture, Hiding at His side; At His loving side. Now, my heart, be full of gladness, Sing with joyful sound! Let your cheer subdue all sadness; May your joy abound; Let your joy resound! When our Bridegroom comes from glory We no joy will miss! All the saved He’ll give, as dowry, His eternal bliss; Yes, eternal bliss!

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• [Mat 25:6] Trim Your Lamps!

  Rejoice, ye saints! the time draws near When Christ will in the clouds appear, And for His people call. Refrain 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. Refrain Poor sinners then on earth will cry, While lightnings flash from out the sky, “O mountains, on us fall!” Refrain Come, brethren all, and let us try To warn poor sinners, and to cry, “Behold, the Bridegroom comes!” Refrain

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• [Mat 25:7] Behold The Bridegroom Cometh

  Behold the Bridegroom cometh in The middle of the night, And blest is he whose loins are girt, Whose lamp is burning bright; But woe to that dull servant, whom The Master shall surprise With lamp untrimmed, unburning and With slumber in his eyes. Do thou, my soul, beware, beware, Lest thou in sleep sink down, Lest thou be given o’er to death, And lose the golden crown; But see that thou be sober, with A watchful eye, and thus Cry—‘Holy, holy, holy God, Have mercy upon us.’ That day, the day of fear, shall come; My soul, slack not thy toil, But light thy lamp, and feed it well, And make it bright with oil; Who knowest not how soon may sound The cry at eventide, ‘Behold the Bridegroom comes! Arise! Go forth to meet the bride.’ Beware, my soul; beware, beware, Lest thou in slumber lie, And like, the five, remain without, And knock, and vainly cry; But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, And Christ shall gird thee on His own bright wedding robe of light— The glory of the Son.

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• [Mat 25:7] Will Jesus Find Us Watching?

  When Jesus comes to reward His servants, Whether it be noon or night, Faithful to Him will He find us watching, With our lamps all trimmed and bright? Refrain O can we say we are ready, brother? Ready for the soul’s bright home? Say, will He find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? If, at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will He answer thee—“Well done”? Refrain Have we been true to the trust He left us? Do we seek to do our best? If in our hearts there is naught condemns us, We shall have a glorious rest. Refrain Blessèd are those whom the Lord finds watching, In His glory they shall share; If He shall come at the dawn or midnight, Will He find us watching there? Refrain

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• [Mat 25:10] Rejoice, Rejoice, Believers

  Rejoice, rejoice, believers, and let your lights appear. The evening is advancing, and darker night is near. The Bridegroom is arising, and soon He draweth nigh. Up, pray, and watch, and wrestle: At midnight comes the cry. See that your lamps are burning; replenish them with oil. And wait for your salvation, the end of earthly toil. The watchers on the mountain proclaim the Bridegroom near. Go meet Him as He cometh, with alleluias clear. O wise and holy virgins, now raise your voices higher, Until in songs of triumph ye meet the angel choir. The marriage feast is waiting, the gates wide open stand; Rise up, ye heirs of glory, the Bridegroom is at hand. Our hope and expectation, O Jesus, now appear! Arise, Thou Sun so longed for, over this benighted sphere! With hearts and hands uplifted, we plead, O Lord, to see The day of earth’s redemption that brings us unto Thee. Ye saints, who here in patience your cross and sufferings bore, Shall live and reign forever, when sorrow is no more. Around the throne of glory the Lamb ye shall behold; In triumph cast before Him your diadems of gold!

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• [Mat 25:10] Sleepers, Wake! The Watch Cry Pealeth

  “Sleepers, wake!” the watch cry pealeth, While slumber deep each eyelid sealeth: Awake, Jerusalem, awake! Midnight’s solemn hour is tolling, And seraph-notes are onward rolling; They call on us our part to take. Come forth, ye virgins wise: The Bridegroom comes, arise! Alleluia! Each lamp be bright with ready light To grace the marriage feast tonight. Zion hears the voice that singeth With sudden joy her glad heart springeth, At once she wakes, she stands arrayed: Her Light is come, her Star ascending, Lo, girt with truth, with mercy blending, Her Bridegroom there, so long delayed. All hail! God’s glorious Son, All hail! our joy and crown, Alleluia! The joyful call we answer all, And follow to the bridal hall. Praise to Him Who goes before us! Let men and angels join in chorus, Let harp and cymbal add their sound. Twelve the gates, a pearl each portal: We haste to join the choir immortal Within the Holy City’s bound. Ear ne’er heard aught like this, Nor heart conceived such bliss. Alleluia! We raise the song, we swell the throng, To praise Thee ages all along.

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• [Mat 25:10] Too Late

  Too late? Ah, no, the pulse of life still throbs within thy breast; And while that blessèd spark remains, thy soul may find a rest. The Lord in mercy spares thee yet, His love to thee is great; But do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late. Refrain Too late, too late, Soon ’twill be too late; Too late, too late, Soon ’twill be too late. He stands, He knocks, He calls, He waits, He tarries at thy heart; Canst thou reject His gracious call? And wilt thou say depart? O, think on what a slender thread this moment hangs thy fate; Arise—admit thy heav’nly Guest, or it may be too late. Refrain Behold His hands, His bleeding side, His crown of thorns behold! And let His arms, extended wide, Thy trembling form enfold. His mercy lengthens out thy days, His love to thee is great; O, do not tempt that love too far, or it may be too late. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:10] Wake, Awake, For Night Is Flying

  Wake, awake, for night is flying; The watchmen on the heights are crying: Awake, Jerusalem, at last! Midnight hears the welcome voices And at the thrilling cry rejoices; Come forth, ye virgins, night is past; The Bridegroom comes, awake; Your lamps with gladness take; Alleluia! And for His marriage feast prepare For ye must go and meet Him there. Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing; She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious. Her Star is risen, her Light is come. Ah come, Thou blessèd One, God’s own belovèd Son: Alleluia! We follow till the halls we see Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee. Now let all the heavens adore Thee, And saints and angels sing before Thee, With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we are with the choir immortal Of angels round Thy dazzling throne; Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath yet attained to hear What there is ours, but we rejoice and sing to Thee Our hymn of joy eternally.

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• [Mat 25:10] Wake, O Wake, With Tidings Thrilling

  Wake, O wake! with tidings thrilling The watchmen all the air are filling, Arise, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight strikes! no more delaying, “The hour has come!” we hear them saying, Where are ye all, ye virgins wise? The Bridegroom comes in sight, Raise high your torches bright! Alleluya! The wedding swells loud and strong: Go forth and join the festal throng! Sion hears the watchmen shouting, Her heart leaps up with joy undoubting, She stands and waits with eager eyes; See her Friend from Heaven descending, Adorned with truth and grace unending! Her light burns clear, her star doth rise. Now come, Thou precious Crown, Lord Jesu, God’s own Son! Hosanna! Let us prepare to follow there, Where in Thy supper we may share. Every soul in Thee rejoices, From men and from angelic voices Be glory given to Thee alone! Now the gates of pearl receive us, Thy presence never more shall leave us, We stand with angels round Thy throne. Earth cannot give below The bliss Thou dost bestow. Alleluya! Grant us to raise to length of days, The triumph-chorus of Thy praise.

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• [Mat 25:13] Glorious Gospel Train, The

  Are you at your station ready, For the near approaching train? Are you fully contemplating That a pass you will obtain? Is there some important matter, You have left behind undone, That will keep you hesitating, Till too late to make the run? Refrain O be ready for the glorious Gospel train, Quickly make your preparation, And your passport have in hand; O be ready for the glorious Gospel train, It will take you safely over, To the glory spirit land. Has your title been recorded, That no question can be made? Does your preparation warrant, That you shall not be delayed? When you see the headlight gleamings, As around the curves they climb, Have you any fears and doubtings, That you’ll not get in on time? Refrain Are your garments nicely fitted, That accepted you may be, As a guest on board for Heaven, Trav’ling for eternity? Do you hold the bloodstained banner, Of Emmanuel in your hand, With your claims inscribed upon it, And a ride for Heav’n demand? Refrain ’Tis the only signal, brother, That will make your passage sure, That will stop the mighty engine, And a seat to you secure; That will give you close connection, And a never failing hand, That will take you safely over, To the glory spirit land. Refrain

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• [Mat 25:13] Little Children, Advent Bids You

  Little children, Advent bids you Meet your Lord upon His way; Watch, for now the night is waning, Soon will dawn the endless day. Little children, Jesus bids you Daily pray, “Thy kingdom come”; Watch, and wait for His appearing, Till He come to take you home. Little children, He anoints you With His spirit from above; See then that your lamps be burning With the fire of faith and love. Little children, when we think not We shall hear the awful cry, “Go ye forth to meet the Bridegroom; Haste, for Jesus draweth nigh.” Little children, they shall meet Him, Faithful children of the light; They whose lamps are trimmed and burning, And their garments pure and white. O how blest to fall before Him, O how blest His praise to sing. Love Him, serve Him, and adore Him, In the city of our King.

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• [Mat 25:13] O Son Of God, We Wait For Thee

  O Son of God, we wait for Thee, In love for Thine appearing; We know Thou sittest on the throne, And we Thy Name are bearing, Who trusts in Thee, may joyful be, And see Thee, Lord, descending, To bring us bliss unending. We wait for Thee ’mid toil and pain, In weariness and sighing; But glad that Thou our guilt hast borne, And canceled it by dying; Hence cheerfully may we with Thee Take up our cross and bear it, Till we relief inherit. We wait for Thee; here Thou hast won Our hearts to hope and duty; But while our spirits feel Thee near, Our eyes would see Thy beauty; We fain would be at rest with Thee In peace and joy supernal, In glorious life eternal. We wait for Thee; sure Thou wilt come; The time is swiftly nearing; In this we also now rejoice, And long for Thine appearing. Oh, bliss ’twill be when Thee we see, Homeward Thy people bringing, With transport and with singing!

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• [Mat 25:13] Wingèd Herald Of The Day, The

  The wingèd herald of the day Proclaims the morn’s approaching ray: And Christ the Lord our souls excites, And so to endless life invites. Take up thy bed, to each He cries, Who sick or wrapped in slumber lies; And chaste and just and sober stand And watch: My coming is at hand. With earnest cry, with tearful care, Call we the Lord to hear our prayer; While supplication, pure and deep, Forbids each chastened heart to sleep. Do Thou, O Christ, our slumber wake: Do Thou the chains of darkness break; Purge Thou our former sins away, And in our souls new light display. All laud to God the Father be, All praise, eternal Son, to Thee; All glory, as is ever meet, To God the holy Paraclete.

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Mazmur 45:10-16

• [Mzm 45:11] O Royal Bride, Give Heed

  O royal bride, give heed, And to my words attend; For Christ the King forsake the world And every former friend. Thy beauty and thy grace Shall then delight the King; He only is thy rightful Lord, To Him thy worship bring. To thee, since thou art His, Great honor shall be shown; The rich shall bring their gifts to thee, Thy glory they shall own. Enthroned in royal state, All glorious thou shalt dwell, With garments fair, inwrought with gold; The Church He loveth well. And they that honor thee Shall in thy train attend, And to the palace of the King Shall joyfully ascend. O King of royal race, Thy sons of heavenly birth, Thou wilt endow with kingly gifts As princes in the earth. Thy Name shall be proclaimed Through all succeeding days, And all the nations of the earth Shall give Thee endless praise.

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• [Mzm 45:15] There Is Coming On A Day Of Great Rejoicing

  There is coming on a great day of rejoicing, When all the ransomed shall gather, their Lord as King to crown; All earth’s sorrow and its sin then disappearing, Every heart will the Savior then own. Refrain O the crowning day is coming, Hallelujah! O the crowning day is coming, Praise the Lord! For our Savior-King shall reign, He shall have His own again, Hallelujah, Hallelujah! From far distant lands battalions now are marching, Who will have part in the honors which Jesus will bestow; God be praised for all the souls that now are starting, Swelling the hosts that to victory go. Refrain Do you, comrades, feel at times a bit downhearted, When in the fight all looks dark, and the foe seems fierce and strong? At such times I find my fear has all departed When I remember that day coming on. Refrain

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Efesus 5:24-32

• [Ef 5:27] Glorious Church, A

  Do you hear them coming, brother, Thronging up the steeps of light, Clad in glorious shining garments, Blood washed, garments pure and white? Refrain ’Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle, Washed in the blood of the Lamb; ’Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle, Washed in the blood of the Lamb. Do you hear the stirring anthems, Filling all the earth and sky, ’Tis a grand, victorious army, Lift its banner up on high! Refrain Never fear the clouds of sorrow, Never fear the storms of sin. We shall triumph on the morrow, Even now our joys begin. Refrain Wave the banner, shout His praises, For our victory is nigh! We shall join our conqu’ring Savior, We shall reign with Him on high! Refrain

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• [Ef 5:32] O Christian Home

  O Christian home, you humble place, Where God’s own kingdom grows, by grace, With Christ himself as head— In you live bold and steadfast men And wives who guard their hearts from sin As both by Christ are led. In you a man may love his bride Enough to be her guard and guide, And rule with tender heart. And wives will gladly work in you To aid the good their husbands do— Delighted in their part. For Christian homes have jobs for all. If one’s undone, the house may fall, Though be it help or head. And there a child will know his place: The seed of Abrah’m, marked for grace, And loved, as our Lord said: “For such do fill the Land of God,” Where we’ll need no firm words, no rod To put us in our place. There husbands, wives, sons, daughters we Like children safe at home will be, For we are called by grace.

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Wahyu 19:7-9

• [Why 19:7] Bride Of Christ, Whose Glorious Warfare

  Bride of Christ, whose glorious warfare Here on earth hath never rest; Lift thy voice, and tell the triumphs Of the holy and the blest; Joyous be the day we hallow, Feast of all the saints on high, Earth and Heav’n together blending In one solemn harmony. First the blessèd virgin mother, Reunited to her Son, Leads the host of ransomed people, Who unfading crowns have won; John, the herald, Christ’s forerunner, More than prophet, leads his throng, Seer and patriarch responsive Unto psalmist in their song. Lo, the twelve, majestic princes, In the court of Jesus sit, Calmly watching, while the conflict Rages far beneath their feet; Lo, the martyrs, robed in crimson, Sign of life blood freely spent, Finding life, because they lost it, Dwell in undisturbed content. All the saintly host who witnessed Good confessions for His sake— Priest and deacon, world renouncing, Of their Master’s joy partake; Virgins to the Lamb devoted, Following with steadfast love, Bring their lilies and their roses To the marriage feast above. All, their happy lot fulfilling, God omnipotent proclaim; Holy, holy, holy, crying, Glory to His holy Name! So may God in mercy grant us Here to serve in holiness, Till He call us to the portion Which His saints in light possess.

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• [Why 19:7] Sands Of Time Are Sinking, The

  The sands of time are sinking, the dawn of Heaven breaks; The summer morn I’ve sighed for—the fair, sweet morn awakes: Dark, dark hath been the midnight, but dayspring is at hand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. O Christ, He is the fountain, the deep, sweet well of love! The streams of earth I’ve tasted more deep I’ll drink above: There to an ocean fullness His mercy doth expand, And glory, glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oh! Well it is forever, Oh! well forevermore, My nest hung in no forest of all this death doomed shore: Yea, let the vain world vanish, as from the ship the strand, While glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. There the Red Rose of Sharon unfolds its heartsome bloom And fills the air of heaven with ravishing perfume: Oh! To behold it blossom, while by its fragrance fanned Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. The King there in His beauty, without a veil is seen: It were a well spent journey, though seven deaths lay between: The Lamb with His fair army, doth on Mount Zion stand, And glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Oft in yon sea beat prison My Lord and I held tryst, For Anwoth was not heaven, and preaching was not Christ: And aye, my murkiest storm cloud was by a rainbow spanned, Caught from the glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. But that He built a Heaven of His surpassing love, A little new Jerusalem, like to the one above, “Lord take me over the water” hath been my loud demand, Take me to my love’s own country, unto Immanuel’s land. But flowers need nights cool darkness, the moonlight and the dew; So Christ, from one who loved it, His shining oft withdrew: And then, for cause of absence my troubled soul I scanned But glory shadeless shineth in Immanuel’s land. The little birds of Anwoth, I used to count them blessed, Now, beside happier altars I go to build my nest: Over these there broods no silence, no graves around them stand, For glory, deathless, dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Fair Anwoth by the Solway, to me thou still art dear, Even from the verge of heaven, I drop for thee a tear. Oh! If one soul from Anwoth meet me at God’s right hand, My heaven will be two heavens, In Immanuel’s land. I’ve wrestled on towards Heaven, against storm and wind and tide, Now, like a weary traveler that leaneth on his guide, Amid the shades of evening, while sinks life’s lingering sand, I hail the glory dawning from Immanuel’s land. Deep waters crossed life’s pathway, the hedge of thorns was sharp; Now, these lie all behind me Oh! for a well tuned harp! Oh! To join hallelujah with yon triumphant band, Who sing where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. With mercy and with judgment my web of time He wove, And aye, the dews of sorrow were lustered with His love; I’ll bless the hand that guided, I’ll bless the heart that planned When throned where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. Soon shall the cup of glory wash down earth’s bitterest woes, Soon shall the desert briar break into Eden’s rose; The curse shall change to blessing the name on earth that’s banned Be graven on the white stone in Immanuel’s land. O I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved’s mine! He brings a poor vile sinner into His “house of wine.” I stand upon His merit—I know no other stand, Not even where glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land. I shall sleep sound in Jesus, filled with His likeness rise, To love and to adore Him, to see Him with these eyes: ’Tween me and resurrection but Paradise doth stand; Then—then for glory dwelling in Immanuel’s land. The Bride eyes not her garment, but her dear Bridegroom’s face; I will not gaze at glory but on my King of grace. Not at the crown He giveth but on His pierced hand; The Lamb is all the glory of Immanuel’s land. I have borne scorn and hatred, I have borne wrong and shame, Earth’s proud ones have reproached me for Christ’s thrice blessed Name: Where God His seal set fairest they’ve stamped the foulest brand, But judgment shines like noonday in Immanuel’s land. They’ve summoned me before them, but there I may not come, My Lord says “Come up hither,” My Lord says “Welcome home!” My King, at His white throne, my presence doth command Where glory—glory dwelleth in Immanuel’s land.

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• [Why 19:9] Here, O My Lord, I See Thee

  Here, O my Lord, I see Thee face to face; Here would I touch and handle things unseen; Here grasp with firmer hand eternal grace, And all my weariness upon Thee lean. This is the hour of banquet and of song; This is the heavenly table spread for me; Here let me feast, and feasting, still prolong The hallowed hour of fellowship with Thee. Here would I feed upon the bread of God, Here drink with Thee the royal wine of Heaven; Here would I lay aside each earthly load, Here taste afresh the calm of sin forgiven. I have no help but Thine; nor do I need Another arm save Thine to lean upon; It is enough, my Lord, enough indeed; My strength is in Thy might, Thy might alone. I have no wisdom save in Him Who is My Wisdom and my Teacher both in One; No wisdom can I lack while Thou art wise; No teaching do I crave save Thine alone. Mine is the sin, but Thine the righteousness: Mine is the guilt, but Thine the cleansing blood; Here is my robe, my refuge, and my peace; Thy Blood, Thy righteousness, O Lord my God! Too soon we rise; the symbols disappear; The feast, though not the love, is past and gone. The bread and wine remove; but Thou art here, Nearer than ever, still my Shield and Sun. Feast after feast thus comes and passes by; Yet, passing, points to the glad feast above, Giving sweet foretaste of the festal joy, The Lamb’s great bridal feast of bliss and love.

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