1 Let us work for the school with our hearts and our hands;
For its praises are sung by the good in all lands
Let it never, no never, decline;
That are blest with the gospel divine.
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?

2 'Tis perfum'd by the pray'rs, 'tis bedewed by the tears
They rejoiced at its hopes, and they mourned at its fears,
Of the holy, the active, the true;
When its friends were but feeble and few.
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?

3 Now the sunshine of favor illumines its path
'Tis a source of her weal, 'tis a source of her worth,
And the church spreads above it her wing;
And a gem in the crown of her King.
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?
Rally then, rally then, stand by the school;
Why should it languish and die?