1 Ye servants of the Lord,
each for his coming wait,
observant of his heav'nly 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 awesome 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 servants they,
in such a posture found,
who share their Saviour's triumph day,
with joy and honour crowned.

5 Christ shall the banquet spread
with his own royal hand,
and raise each faithful servant's head
amid th'angelic band.