On the Death of Thomas Beard, Hymn 18

Ye virgin souls arise,
With all the dead awake,
Unto salvation wise,
Oil in your vessels take,
Upstarting at the midnight cry,
Behold the Heavenly Bridegroom nigh.
He comes, He comes to call
The nations to His bar,
And raise to glory all
Who fit for glory are;
Made ready for your full reward,
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.
Go meet Him in the sky
Your everlasting Friend,
Your Head to glorify
With all His saints ascend,
Ye pure in heart, obtain the grace
To see without a veil His face.
Ye that have here received
The unction from above,
And in His Spirit lived
Obedient to His love,
Jesus shall claim you for His bride:
Rejoice with all the sanctified.
Rejoice in glorious hope
Of that great day unknown,
When all shall be caught up
And stand before His throne,
Call'd to partake the marriage feast,
And lean on our Immanuers breast.
The everlasting doors
Shall soon the saints receive,
Above those angel powers
In glorious joy to live:
Far from a world of grief, and sin,
With God eternally shut in.

Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet's welcome sound,

see our Lord appear
Watching let us be found;
When Jesus doth the heavens bow,
Be found — as Lord Thou find'st us now.