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.