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Lord save your children wake up those,hour is late, Lord at hand! Wake up from slumber, have oil in your lamp, the bridegroom cometh. The watchers on the mountain Proclaim the Bridegroom near; Go, meet Him as He cometh, With Hallelujahs clear! Ye wise and holy virgins, Now raise your voices higher, Till in songs of jubilee They meet the angel-choir, The marriage-feast is waiting, The gates wide open stand; Up! up! ye heirs of glory -- The Bridegroom is at hand! Ye saints, who here in patience Your cross and suff'rings bore, Shall live and reign for ever, When sorrow is no more. Around the throne of glory, The Lamb ye shall behold, In triumph cast before Him Your diadems of gold! Palms of victory are there; There, radiant garments are; There stands the peaceful harvest, Beyond the reach of war. There, after stormy winter, The flowers of earth arise, And from the grave's long slumber Shall meet again our eyes! Our Hope and Expectation, O Jesus! now appear;