Ye servants of the Lord,

Each in his office wait;

With joy obey his heavenly word,

And watch before 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 the 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.