MIDNIGHT 145. G. A. MACFARREN Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright; 4 P But woe to that dull servant, whom his Master shall surprise With lamp untrimm'd,unburning,and with slumber in his eyes. 959 BEHOLD, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night, [is burning bright; And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp But woe to that dull servant, whom his Master shall surprise With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes. 2 Do thou, my soul, keep watch, beware lest thou in sleep sink down, [golden crown; Lest thou be given o'er to death, and lose the But see that thou be sober, with a watchful eye, and thus [upon us." Cry, "Holy, holy, holy God, have mercy 3 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; MERIBAH C. P. M. Thou knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide, "Behold, the Bridegroom comes. Arise! He comes to meet the Bride." 4 Beware, my soul! take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie, [and vainly cry; And, like the five, remain without, and knock, 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. 5 To Thee, O Saviour, now we bring the tribute of our praise, Too small for Thee, O Bridegroom blest, but all that we can raise: All praise to Thee, great Three in One, the God whom we adore, [shall be no more. was, and is, and shall be done, when time Gerard Moultrie 1867 As L. MASON When Thou, my righteous Judge,shalt come To take Thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am a- fraid to die, Be found at Thy right hand? DIES IRÆ 8s, 6 lines J. B. DYKES Day of wrath! O day of mourning! See once more the cross returning, Heav'n and earth to ashes burning! 4 O what fear man's bosom rendeth, When from heav'n the Judge descendeth, On whose sentence all dependeth! 960 DAY of wrath! O day of mourning! 2 Wondrous sound the trumpet flingeth; To its Judge an answer making. 3 What shall I, frail man, be pleading? Who for me be interceding, When the just are mercy needing? King of majesty tremendous, 3 O Lord prevent it by Thy grace; In this the accepted day; Nor let me fall, I pray. 4 Among Thy saints let me be found, Whene'er the archangel's trump shall sound, To see Thy smiling face; Then loudest of the throng I'll sing, Lady Huntington Selina Shirley 1765 OLIVERS 6s, 8, 4, D. J. STAINER g The goodly land I see,With peace and plenty blest; A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest: 48 There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life forever grow With mercy crown'd. VESPER 8s, 75. Arr. from F. F. von FLOTOW COME, we that love the Lord, 2 Let those refuse to sing That never knew our God; 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Or walk the golden streets. 5 Then let our songs abouud, And every tear be dry; We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. 966 AND is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed, Isaac Watts 1709 Where not a care shall stir the breast, Nor sorrow entrance find? 2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, And live, and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat? 3 Are there bright, happy fields, Where naught that blooms shall die; Where each new scene fresh pleasure yields, And healthful breezes sigh? 4 Are there celestial streams, Where living waters glide, With murmurs sweet as angel-dreams, 5 For ever blesséd they, Whose joyful feet shall stand, 6 My soul would thither tend, Ray Palmer 1843 |