Verse 1
Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 4
O happy servant he,
In such employment found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honour crowned.

Verse 5
Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,
And raise that faithful servant's head
Amid the angelic band.