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Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
O happy servant he
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.
Verse 5
Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,
And raise that favorite servant’s head
Amidst the angelic band.
Philip Doddridge, “Ye Servants of the Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 343 · S.M. · (Laban)
Thomas H. Gill·Modern
Verse 1
Dear Lord and Master mine,
Thy happy servant see;
My Conqueror, with what joy Divine
Thy captive clings to Thee!
Verse 2
I love Thy yoke to wear,
To feel Thy gracious bands;
Sweetly restrainèd by Thy care,
And happy in Thy hands.
Verse 3
No bar would I remove,
No bond would I unbind;
Within the limits of Thy love
Full liberty I find.
Verse 4
I would not walk alone,
But still with Thee, my God,
At every step my blindness own,
And ask of Thee the road.
Verse 5
The weakness I enjoy
That casts me on Thy breast;
The conflicts that Thy strength employ
Make me Divinely blest.
Verse 6
Dear Lord and Master mine,
Still keep Thy servant true;
My Guardian and my Guide Divine,
Bring, bring Thy pilgrim through.
Verse 7
My Conqueror and my King,
Still keep me in Thy train;
And with Thee Thy glad captive bring
When Thou return’st to reign.
Thomas H. Gill, “Dear Lord and Master Mine”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 363 · S.M. · Ferguson
Carl J. P. Spitta, 1833; tr. Jane Borthwick, 1854·Modern
Verse 1
How blessed, from the bonds of sin
And earthly fetters free,
In singleness of heart and aim,
Thy servant, Lord, to be;
The hardest toil to undertake
With joy at Thy command,
The meanest office to receive
With meekness at Thy hand.
Verse 2
With willing heart and longing eyes
To watch before Thy gate,
Ready to run the weary race,
To bear the heavy weight:
No voice of thunder to expect,
But follow calm and still,
For love can easily divine
The One Belovèd’s will.
Verse 3
Thus may I serve Thee, gracious Lord,
Thus ever Thine alone,
My soul and body given to Thee,
The purchase Thou hast won;
Through evil or through good report
Still keeping by Thy side;
And by my life or by my death
Let Christ be magnified.
Verse 4
How happily the working days
In this dear service fly,
How rapidly the closing hour,
The time of rest, draws nigh,
When all the faithful gather home,
A joyful company;
And ever where the Master is
Shall His blest servants be.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 367 · C.M.D. · Blenden