1 Lord, grant us, like the watching five,
To wait Thy coming, and to strive
Each one her lamp to trim;
And, since the oil Thou dost impart,
Four daily grace into each heart,
Lest any lamp grow dim.
2 May we not wait in selfish sloth,
But mingle prayer and work, that both
May trim the shining light;
So from the midnight of their sin
May many, with us, enter in,
To banquet in Thy sight.
3 We would not come alone, dear Lord
To Thy great feast, and at Thy board
In rapture sit and gaze;
But bring the lost, the sick, the lone,
The little ones to be Thine own,
And look into Thy face.
|First Line:||Lord, grant us, like the watching five|
|Author:||T. Bowman Stephenson, 1839-1912|
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|Audio recording:||Organ, Ab Major, 3|
(Recorded by Clyde McLennan. Ab Major, 3 verses)