Work, brother, work!
Thy strength is needed every passing hour,
To free thyself from error's subtle power.
When faith grows faint and demons would devour,
Thou must not shirk.
Strive, brother, strive!
When error, tempting, whispers at thy side
That thou art mortal, tossed by time and tide,
Know that in Love's domain thou dost abide
And move and live.
Sing, brother, sing!
God goes with thee, protecting all thy way;
And though the night be dark, and dawn be gray,
Thou shalt ere long behold the risen day,
Love's blossoming.
