Our Watchword

We’re draw­ing near to Je­sus

Our ban­ner waves on high;

And this our watch­word ev­er

We’ll work un­til we die.

We’ll work un­til we die;

The banner of our cap­tain

Through the con­flict we will bear;

We’ll work un­til we die

And then go home our crowns to wear.

We love our Mas­ter’s serv­ice

And

see­ing eye to eye

With grace di­vine to help us

We’ll work un­til we die.

The fields are white to har­vest

The days are speed­ing by;

Go forth again

ye work­ers

And work un­til ye die.