Ye Servants of the Lord

Ye servants of the Lord,
each for his coming 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 awesome 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 servants they,
in such a posture found,
who share their Saviour's triumph day,
with joy and honour crowned.

Christ shall the banquet spread
with his own royal hand,
and raise each faithful servant's head
amid th'angelic band.