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 holy 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 honor crowned.