Text: | The foolish Virgins |
1 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.
2 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.
3 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 scorn'd no doubt,
"Tho' in Lies our Trust we put;
"Now our Lamp of Hope is out,
"The Door of Mercy shut."
4 If they then presume to plead,
"Lord open to us now;
"We on Earth have heard and pray'd
"And with thy Saints did bow;"
He will answer from his Throne,
"Tho' you with my People mix'd,
"Yet to me you ne'er were known,
"Depart, your Doom is fix'd."
5 O that none who worship here
May hear the 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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First Line: | When descending from the Sky |
Title: | The foolish Virgins |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Kingdom of Christ |
Notes: | Public Domain. |