Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait;
With joy obey His heav’nly word,
And watch before 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 ev’ry signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.

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