Here's to the task we love,

Whatever that task may be,

To till the soil, in the shop to toil,

To sail o'er the chartless sea.

For the work seems light and the guerdon bright,

If to heart and hand 'tis a sure delight.

Here's to the task we love,

Wherever it lead our feet,

Through stress and strife or the simple life,

For still are its victories sweet.

And we never tire, if our hearts desire

Flame in its dross-consuming fire.

Here's to the task we love,

The task God set us to do.

And we shall not pale nor faint nor quail

And for us there's no such word as fail,

If we follow, with purpose true,

The creed He writes, and the star He lights

To guide our soul to the distant heights.