Our Lamps Are Trimmed And Burning

Our lamps are trimmed and burning,

Our robes are white and clean;

We've tarried for the Bridegroom,

Oh, may we enter in?

We know we've nothing worthy

That we can call our own-

The light, the oil, the robes we wear,

Are all from Him alone.

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Behold the Bridegroom cometh!

And all may enter in

Whose lamps are trimmed and burning

Whose robes are white and clean.

Go forth, go forth to meet Him,

The way is open now,

All lighted with the glory

That's streaming from His brow.

Accept the invitation

Beyond deserving kind;

Make no delay, but take your lamps,

And joy eternal find.

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We see the marriage splendor

Within the open door;

We know that those who enter

Are blest forevermore.

We see His is more lovely

Than all the sons of men,

But still we know the door, once shut,

Will never ope again.

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