"Laborare est orare,"
Sang a monk of ancient time;
Sang it at his early matin,
Sang it at the vesper chime.
"Work is worship";
God, my brothers, Takes our toils
for homage sweet
And accepts as signs of worship
Well worn hands and wearied feet.
"Laborare est orare,"
Watchword of the old divine,
Let us take it for our motto
Serving in this later time.
Work is worship; toil! is sacred:
Let this thought our zeal inspire,
Every deed done well and bravely
Burns with sacrificial fire.