For He shall call again the bride
And hold her hand in power
He shall lift her up on high
To satisfy His hour
The call shall be a trumpet blast,
And rest assured you'll hear
So carry with you all the oil,
And let your lamp be trimmed
For soon there will be a trumpet call
To bring the blessed in.
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