are me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

II

Even in Thy judgment mercy shew;--
But ere that awful day awakes,
Make me my guilty state to know,
And from my evil courses break;--
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

III

For Thou art pitiful and kind,
And Thou hast died, O Judge of men,
That, ere the Judgment, I may find
The path that leads to life again;--
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

IV

I have no penitence nor tears,
I have no merit of my own;
But, ah! my soul is filled with fears,
And gladly would its sin disown;--
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

V

And bring me nigh the throne of grace,
That, ere the day of Judgment dire,
I may behold Thy loving face,
And flee Thine all consuming ire;--
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

VI

Swift draws the day of Judgment nigh;
Wake, wake, my soul, the Judge is near!
And call for mercy while thy cry
Can enter His inclining ear;--
Spare me, O Lord, Thy creature spare,
And let my soul Thy mercy share.

I

The Bridegroom comes! My soul, awake,
And slumber from thine eyelids shake;
Hark! in the midnight hour the cry;
Bestir, my soul, for He is nigh.

II

Now trim your lamp, and let its light
Illume the darkness of the night;
And with the tarrying host attend
The Bridegroom, as the Bridegroom's friend.

III

Hast thou no oil? O foolish soul!
Why didst thou not the hours control?
Why in the darkness slumber still,
Without the oil your lamp to fill?

IV

Go, get your oil,--but no, too late!
The Bridegroom's come, and closed the gate;--
"O let me knock, for He is kind,
And will not leave my soul behind."

V

"O let me in, my lamp's aglow;
How could I, Lord, Thy coming know?
'Twas night, I slumbered,