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The midnight cry.—Matt. xxv. 1-13. I YE virgin souls, arise, With all the dead, awake, Unto salvation wise, Oil in your vessels take: Up-starting at the midnight cry, Behold the heavenly bridegroom night
2 He comes, He comes, to call
The nations to his bar,
And raise to glory all
Who fit for glory are;
Make ready for your full reward,
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
3. 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.
4 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.
5 Rejoice, in glorious hope
Of that great day unknown,
When you shall be caught up
To stand before his throne,
Call'd to partake the marriage feast,
And lean on our Immanuel's breast.
6 Then let us wait to hear
: The trumpet's welcome sound;
To see our Lord appear,
May we be watching found;
Enrobed in righteousness divine,
In which the bride shall ever shine!
81. The different lots of the righteous and the wicked.— Matt. xxv. 10, 1}. 1 How dreadful is the sinner's fate, Who wakes, to sleep no more, Who knocks and calls, alas, too late, When death hath shut the door
2 But we who now thy grace implore,
Shall now admitted be,
For if thy justice shut the door,
Thy mercy keeps the key.
Christ served in ministering to his brethren.—Matt.
1 HIGH on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?
2. But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.
3 Thy face with reverence and with love
I in thy poor would see;
O rather let me beg my bread,
Than hold it back from Thee.
The Sower.—Mark iv. 3.
1 Lord of the harvest! God of grace
Send down thy heavenly rain;
In vain we plant without thine aid,
And water too in vain.
2 May no vain thoughts, those birds of prey,
Defraud us of our gain;
Nor anxious cares, those baleful thorns,
Choke up the precious grain.
3 Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock,
Where but the blade can spring;
Which scorch'd with heat becomes by noon
A dead, a useless thing,
4 Let not the joys thy gospel gives
A transient rapture prove;
Nor may the world by smiles and frowns
Our faith and hope remove. .
5 But may our hearts, like fertile soil,
Receive the heavenly word;
So shall our fair and ripen'd fruits
Their hundred-fold afford.
Taking up the Cross.—Mark viii. 34.
1 AND must I part with all I have,
Jesus, my Lord, for Thee?
This is my joy, since Thou hast done
Much more than this for me.
2 Yes, let it go:—one look from Thee
Will more than make amends
For all the losses I sustain
Of credit, riches, friends.
3 Ten thousand worlds, ten thousand lives,
How worthless they appear,
Compared with Thee, supremely good,
Divinely bright and fair!
4 Saviour of souls, while I from Thee
A single smile obtain,
Though destitute of all things else,
I’ll glory in my gain.
Forsaking all to follow Christ.—Mark x. 28.
1 JESUs, I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow Thee ;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,
All I’ve sought, or hoped, or known,
Yet how rich is my condition,
God and heaven are still my own
2 Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me,
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love, and might,
Foes may hate, and friends disown me:
Show thy face, and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure,
Come disaster, scorn, and pain,
In thy service pain is pleasure,
With thy favour loss is gain.
I have called Thee, Abba, Father,
I have set my heart on Thee,
Storms may howl, and clouds may gather,
All must work for good to me.
4 Man may trouble and distress me,
'Twill but drive me to thy breast,
Life with trials hard may press me,
Heaven will bring me sweeter rest.
Oh! 'tis not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me,
Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me,
Were that joy unmix'd with Thee.
5 Soul, then know thy full salvation,
Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care,
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear.
Think what spirit dwells within thee;
Think what Father's smiles are thine,
Think that Jesus died to win thee:
Child of heaven, canst thou repine 2
-6 Haste thee on from grace to glory, Arm'd by faith, and wing'd by prayer,
Heaven's eternal days before thee,
God's own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days,
Hope shall change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
The Song of Simeon.—Luke ii. 29.
l 'Tis enough—the hour is come;
Now within the silent tomb
Let this mortal frame decay,
Mingled with its kindred clay;
Since thy mercies oft of old
By thy chosen seers foretold,
Faithful now, and steadfast prove,
God of truth, and God of love :
2 Since at length my aged eye
Sees the day-spring from on high
Those whom death had overspread
With his dark and dreary shade,
Lift their eyes, and from afar,
Hail the light of Jacob's star;
Waiting till the promised ray
Turn their darkness into day.
3 Sun of Righteousness, to Thee,
Lo! the nations bow the knee;
And the realms of distant kings
Own the healing of thy wings:
See the beams intensely shed,
Shine on Sion's favour’d head'
Never may they hence remove,
God of truth, and God of love!
87. Christ a complete Saviour.—Luke iv. 18, 19.
1 HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes! The Saviour promised long;