"The Bridegroom Cometh"
Behold, the Bridegroom cometh in the middle of the night;
And blest is he whose loins are girt, whose lamp is burning bright;
But woe to that dull servant whom his Master shall surprise
With lamp untrimmed, unburning, and with slumber in his eyes.
Do thou, my soul, keep watch; 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 a watchful eye, and thus
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;
Thou knowest not how soon may sound the cry at eventide,
Behold, the Bridegroom comes! Arise, He comes to meet the Bride!
Beware, my soul! take thou good heed, lest thou in slumber lie,
And like the five remain without, and knock and vainly cry:
But watch, and bear thy lamp undimmed, and Christ shall gird thereon
His own bright wedding robe of light – the glory of the Son.
To Thee, O Saviour, now we bring the tribute of our praise,
Too small for Thee, O Bridegroom blest, but all that we can raise;
All praise to Thee, great Three in One, the God whom we adore,
As was, as is, and shall be done, when time shall be no more.
– Moultrie. A translation from the Greek.