2 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 watchful eye, and thus

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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." 4 Beware, my soul, take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lic, 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.

Gerard Moultrie. 1867.

1. The sands of time are sinking, The dawn of heaven breaks; The summer morn I've

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I would not live alway; no, welcome the tomb;
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise,
To hail him in triumph descending the skies.

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God;
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode,

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains,
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns?

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet,
Their Saviour and brethren transported to greet;
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll,
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.

William Augustus Muhlenburg. 1823.

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