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.