Ye Servants of the Lord (Doddridge)

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

For aw­ful 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 serv­ant he

In such a pos­ture found!

He shall His Lord with rap­ture see

And be with ho­nor crowned.

Christ shall the ban­quet spread

With His own roy­al hand

And raise that faith­ful serv­ant’s head

Amidst the an­gel­ic band.