1 Labor’s strong and merry children Comrades of the rising sun; Let us sing some songs together, Now our toil is done.
2 No desponding, no repining, Leisure must by toil be sought; Never yet was good accomplished Without toil or thought.
3 Even God’s all holy labor Framed the sky, the stars, the sun, Built our earth on deep foundations, And the world was won.Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10932