Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in your 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,
For awful is his Name.

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 honour crowned.