- Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his 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 honor crowned.
- Christ shall the banquet spread
With his own royal hand,
And raise that favored servant's head
Amid the angelic band. Amen.