1 Let every lamp be burning bright, The darkest hour is nearing; The darkest hour of earth’s long night, Before the Lord’s appearing. Refrain Then trim your lamps, my brethren dear, Then trim your lamps with godly fear; The Master’s coming draweth near, Let every lamp be burning. 2 Though thousands calmly slumber on, The last great message spuring, Wel’ll rest our living faith upon His promise of returning. 3 His word our lamp, His truth our guide, We cannot be mistaken; Though dangers rise on every side, We shall not be forsaken. 4 Then let good works with faith appear, To help the world atound us; Obedience bring the blessing near When faith has firmly bound us.