Ye Servants of the Lord

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.