Pass only by night
When Death shall come
Let your lamp be burning bright
For the far fields beyond
girt your loins, O miserable man
For thy hour of judgment
has come
The Bridegroom shall show
to see if your soul be kept pure
The widow of this world, would find
their sorrow consoled
The rich delightful of coin, would loosen their hearts filled with gold
The children of the ‘forgotten world’ would accuse their elders of losing hope
Prepare, O darlings of this world
O feeble of heart, thy courage be steadfast; march forward
For your Lord is coming forth
The chariot of this world is heading off
For the foot of another world
MO.
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