Ye servants of the Lord,
Each
in his office wait,
Observant
of His heavenly Word,
And
watchful at His gate.
2
Let
all your lamps be bright,
And
trim the golden flame,
Gird
up your loins, as in His sight,
For
awful is His Name.
3
Watch,
’tis your Lord’s command,
And
while we speak He’s near;
Mark
the first signal of His hand,
And
ready all appear.
4
O
happy servant he,
In
such a posture found!
He
shall His Lord with rapture see,
And
be with honor crowned.
5
Christ
shall the banquet spread
With
His own royal hand,
And
raise that faithful servant’s head
Amid
the angelic band.