P. Doddridge

S.M.

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,

For awful is His name.

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

Oh, happy servant he,

In such a posture found;

He shall his Lord with rapture see,

And be with honour crowned.

5

Christ shall the banquet spread

With His own royal hand,

And raise that faithful servant’s head

Amid the angelic band.