2 See that your lamps are burning,
Replenish them with oil;
Look now for your salvation,
The end of sin and toil.
The watchers on the mountain
Proclaim the Bridegroom near,
Go meet Him as He cometh
With hallelujahs clear.

3 Ye wise and holy virgins,

Now raise your voices higher, Until, in songs of triumph, They meet the angel-choir.. The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand; Up! up! ye heirs of glory:

The Bridegroom is at hand!

4 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.

5 There flourish palms of victory;
There radiant garments are ;
There stands the peaceful harve
Beyond the reach of war.
There, after stormy winter,
The flowers of earth arise,
Aud from the grave's long slumber
Shall meet again our eyes.

6 Our Hope and Expectation,
O Jesus, now appear;
Arise, thou Sun so longed for,
O'er this benighted sphere.
With hearts and hands uplifted,
We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of earth's redemption,
And ever be with Thee.

Laurentius Laurenti, 1660-1722.
Tr. Jane Borthwick, 1853.

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2 He is coming, He is coming,

Not in pain, and shame, and woe, With the thorn-crown on His forehead, And the blood-drops trickling slow; But with diadem upon Him,

And the scepter in His hand,
And the dead all ranged before Him,
Raised from death, hell, sea, and land.

3 He is coming, He is coming,

Not as once He wandered through
All the hostile land of Judah,
With His followers poor and few:

But with all the holy angels
Waiting round His judgment-seat,
And the chosen twelve apostles
Sitting crowned at His feet.

4 He is coming, He is coming;
Let His lowly first estate,
And His tender love, so teach us
That in faith and hope we wait,
Till in glory eastward burning,
Our redemption draweth near;
And we see the sign in heaven
Of our Judge and Saviour dear.
Cecil F. Alexander, 1848.

224 ESTHER. 8. 7. 8. 7. D.

Arr. from J. G. Frech, 1835, a.

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2 Come, blessed Lord, bid every shore
And answering island sing
The praises of Thy royal Name,
And own Thee as their King.

3 Bid the whole earth, responsive now
To the bright world above,
Break forth in rapturous strains of joy
In memory of Thy love.

4 Lord, Lord, Thy fair creation groans,
The air, the earth, the sea,

In unison with all our hearts,
And calls aloud for Thee.

5 Come, then, with all Thy quickening
With one awakening smile, [power,
And bid the serpent's trail no more
Thy beauteous realms defile.

Sir Edward Denny, Bart., 1842.