Scripture Verse

All those virgins arose, and trimmed their lamps. Matthew 25:7

Introduction

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John Keble
(1792–1866)

Words: John Ke­ble, The Chris­tian Year 1827, pag­es 437–38.

Music: Ell­ers Ed­ward J. Hop­kins, in the Sup­ple­ment­al Tune-Book, by Ro­bert Brown-Borth­wick, 1869 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Edward J. Hopkins
(1818–1901)

Lyrics

Thus evermore
The saints’ avenging God
With His dread fires
Hath scathed th’unholy ground;
Nor wants there, waiting
Round th’uplifted rod,
Watchers in Heaven and earth,
Ay faithful found.

God’s armies open-eyed
His aim attend,
Wondering how oft
These warning notes will peal,
Ere the great trump
Be blown, the Judge descend:
Man only wears cold look
And heart of steel.

Age after age,
Where Antichrist hath reigned,
Some flame-tipped arrow
Of th’Almighty falls;
Imperial cities
Lie in heaps profaned,
Fire blazes round
Apostate council-halls.

And if the world
Sin on, yet here and there
Some proud soul cowers,
Some scorner learns to pray;
Some slumberer rouses
At the beacon glare,
And trims his waning lamps,
And waits for day.