So Make Me to be Precious

Dearest Lord, I have heard of Your soon return,
To silently come as a thief to steal away
Vessels who have become precious in Your eyes.
For them, You would hasten Your coming day.

As a virgin have I been betrothed to You;
How can I still choose to be tainted by this world?
Purchased with precious blood, I belong to You.
No longer my own, I am fully Yours.

These last days, there is much You desire to do,
But first You need some faithful ones to intercede.
Just to those who have ceased seeking their own things
You would nothing hide but would freely speak.

As this age darker grows, still the cry sounds out:
“Redeem the time and pay the price to buy the oil.”
No more days can I waste if I want to hear
The call, “Enter into your Master’s joy.”