Agood car pulls the steepest hill,
With no way but the driver’s will;
A good ship sails the roughest sea,
Against the raging of the breeze.

We know no easy path to fame,
We dare to do in Jesus name,
And from the fire comes purest gold,
From breathless race the prize we hold.

So struggle on and do and dare,
and shoulder well your load of care,
Some day among the winning ones,
The masters praise, Well done! Well done!

The grudge not tears the struggle cost,
Or strength that in the fight was lost,
But with the goal you seek in sight,
Keep on, keep on, and do the ritght.