1 Prepare, ye saints, to meet your Lord,
Nor sleep nor slumber more;
Bright be your lamps, your vessels filled
To feed the wasting store.
2 He comes, He comes, may be the cry
In midnight’s deepest gloom;
Should then our lamps be void of oil,
How sad must be our doom?
3 In vain, when ’tis too late, we seek
A fresh supply to get;
In vain, when once the door is shut,
Our folly we regret.
4 Open, Lord, open, we may cry,
But then can’t move His heart;
I know you not, the Judge will say,
Depart from Me, depart.
5 Lord, for Thy coming may I wait
With loins well girt about;
In heavenly virtues may I shine,
Nor let my lamp go out.
6 Then will the Bridegroom me admit,
And own me for His friend;
My soul shall feast on heavenly love,
Nor shall the banquet end.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9492||Prepare, Ye Saints, To Meet Your Lord||Prepare, ye saints, to meet your Lord||DOWNS||John Needham||CM||<cite>Hymns Devotional and Moral on Various Subjects</cite> (Bristol, England: S. Farley, 1768)|