1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame, Gird up your loins as in His sight, His coming thus proclaim. 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. 4 O happy servant, he, In such a posture found! He shall His Lord with rapture see, And be with honor crowned.