1 Hail the hero workers,
Of the mighty past!
They whose labor builded
All the things that last;
Thoughts of wisest meaning,
Deeds of noblest right,
Patient toil in weakness,
Battle in the night;
Hail, then, noble workers,
Builders of the past,
All whose lives have blest us
With the gains that last.

2 Hail ye, hero workers!
Who today do hear
Duty’s myriad voices
Sounding high and clear;
Ye who quick responding,
Haste ye to your task,
Be it grand or simple,
Ye forget to ask;
Hail ye, noble workers,
Builders of today,
Who life’s treasure gather
That shall last alway!

3 Hail ye, hero workers!
Ye who yet shall come,
When to this world’s calling
All our lips are dumb!
Ye shall build more nobly
If our work be true
As we pass life’s treasure
On from old to new.
Hail ye, then, all workers,
Of all lands and time,
One brave band of heroes,
With one task sublime.