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<h2>WHEN DESCENDING FROM THE SKY</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.&#8221; Matthew 25:1</h3></p>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p>When descending from the sky<br>
The Bridegroom shall appear;<br>
And the solemn midnight cry,<br>
Shall call professors near:<br>
How the sound our hearts will damp!<br>
How will shame o&#8217;erspread each face!<br>
If we only have a lamp,<br>
Without the oil of grace.</p>
<p>Foolish virgins then will wake<br>
And seek for a supply;<br>
But in vain the pains they take<br>
To borrow or to buy:<br>
Then with those they now despise,<br>
Earnestly they&#8217;ll wish to share;<br>
But the best, among the wise,<br>
Will have no oil to spare.</p>
<p>Wise are they, and truly blest,<br>
Who then shall ready be<br>
But despair will seize the rest,<br>
And dreadful misery:<br>
Once, they&#8217;ll cry, we scorned to doubt,<br>
Though in lies our trust we put;<br>
Now our lamp of hope is out,<br>
The door of mercy shut.</p>
<p>If they then presume to plead,<br>
&#8220;Lord open to us now;<br>
We on earth have heard and prayed,<br>
And with thy saints did bow:&#8221;<br>
He will answer from his throne,<br>
&#8220;Though you with My people mixed,<br>
Yet to Me you ne&#8217;er were known,<br>
Depart, your doom is fixed.&#8221;<br>
<p>O that none who worship here<br>
May hear that word, Depart!<br>
Lord impress a godly fear<br>
On each professor&#8217;s heart:<br>
Help us, Lord, to search the camp,<br>
Let us not ourselves beguile;<br>
Trusting to a dying lamp<br>
Without a stock of oil.</p>
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