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