'Blessed is he whom the Lord, when He Cometh, shall find watching,' Thou for whom we look, now aid me Still to watch, and trim my light ! Thou in white robes hast arrayed me, I must watch to keep them white ; Cold without, rough winds are blowing, And within the air falls damp ; Still amid the darkness glowing. Bright must shine my bridal lamp. Thy free grace. Thy love unbounded. Chose, and bade me waiting stand. Till the glad call should be sounded, " Lo ! the Bridegroom is at hand ! " Though the time seems long and dreary, And the watch is hard to keep. Still, though faint and weak and weary, Lord ! permit me not to sleep. Let me, watch for Thine appearing, Till the bridal pomp I hail ; Till, night's mists and shadows clearing. Streaming o'er the illumined vale I discern the rising splendour, Catch from far their sweet acclaim, Whose unnumbered voices render Praise and glory to Thy name ! Then, to swell the grand procession, May we haste without a fear ! While, enriched by our accession, Sweeter anthems greet Thine ear. Then may my white robe be stainless- May my lamp shed light around ! E'en without a spot and blameless, May I at that hour be found ! Then the bride, indeed " made ready,'' Shall be brought with joy untold ; Now no more defiled or needy. But in raiment of wrought gold. For this hour the whole creation Groaned and travailed, as in birth — Now the glorious consummation Fills with joy new heavens and earth.