- Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly Word,
And watchful at His gate. - Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame,
Gird up your loins as in His sight,
His coming thus proclaim. - Watch, ’tis your Lord’s command,
And while we speak He’s near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear. - O happy servant, he,
In such a posture found!
He shall His Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.
