Ye servants of the Lord Each in his office wait, Observant of His heav'nly 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 be, In such employment found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crowned.

Christ shall the banquet spread With His own royal hand, And raise that faithful servant's head Amid the angelic band.