597 ~ Ye Servants of the Lord
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; His coming thus proclaim.
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.