Oil in Our Lamps
Oil in our lamps, we wait thy coming Lord. Hope kindles warmth against the nightly chill. Angelic voices, tuning to their chord, Calm and assure us: He comes to fulfill. Once they awakened shepherds from their sleep, He was despised, rejected, not esteemed, Yet He shall see; He shall be satisfied, With hope and faith we long to be His seed, |
by Robert and Rita Bartholomew