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<h2>WHEN DESCENDING FROM THE SKY</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Then shall the kingdom of heaven be likened unto ten virgins, which took their lamps, and went forth to meet the bridegroom.” Matthew 25:1</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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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><em>Music:</em> “Amsterdam,” James Nares, from <em>The Foundery Collection</em>, 1742 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_amstrdam.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>When descending from the sky<br>
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The Bridegroom shall appear;<br>
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And the solemn midnight cry,<br>
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Shall call professors near:<br>
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How the sound our hearts will damp!<br>
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How will shame o’erspread each face!<br>
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If we only have a lamp,<br>
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Without the oil of grace.</p>
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<p>Foolish virgins then will wake<br>
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And seek for a supply;<br>
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But in vain the pains they take<br>
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To borrow or to buy:<br>
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Then with those they now despise,<br>
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Earnestly they’ll wish to share;<br>
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But the best, among the wise,<br>
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Will have no oil to spare.</p>
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<p>Wise are they, and truly blest,<br>
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Who then shall ready be<br>
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But despair will seize the rest,<br>
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And dreadful misery:<br>
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Once, they’ll cry, we scorned to doubt,<br>
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Though in lies our trust we put;<br>
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Now our lamp of hope is out,<br>
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The door of mercy shut.</p>
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<p>If they then presume to plead,<br>
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“Lord open to us now;<br>
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We on earth have heard and prayed,<br>
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And with thy saints did bow:”<br>
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He will answer from his throne,<br>
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“Though you with My people mixed,<br>
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Yet to Me you ne’er were known,<br>
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Depart, your doom is fixed.”<br>
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<p>O that none who worship here<br>
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May hear that word, Depart!<br>
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Lord impress a godly fear<br>
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On each professor’s heart:<br>
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Help us, Lord, to search the camp,<br>
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Let us not ourselves beguile;<br>
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Trusting to a dying lamp<br>
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Without a stock of oil.</p>
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