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 awful 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 honour crowned.