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At midnight there was a cry made.
Matt. 25:6.
Servant of God, well done!
Rest from thy loved employ;
The battle fought, the victory won,
Enter thy Master’s joy.
2 The voice at midnight came;
He started up to hear;
A mortal arrow pierced his frame,
He fell, but felt no fear.
3 Tranquil amid alarms,
It found him on the field,
A veteran slumbering on his arms,
Beneath his red-cross shield.
4 At midnight came the cry,
“To meet thy God, prepare!”
He woke—and caught his Captain’s eye;
Then, strong in faith and prayer,
5 His spirit, with a bound,
Left its encumbering clay;
His tent, at sunrise, on the ground,
A darkened ruin lay.
6 The pains of death are past,
Labor and sorrow cease;
And life’s long warfare, closed at last,
His soul is found in peace.
Montgomery.