God of our youth, to whom we yield
The trib­ute of our ea­ger praise,
Upon the well con­test­ed field,
And mid the glo­ry of these days,
God of our youth, be with us yet,
Lest we for­get, lest we for­get.

Sturdy of limb, with bound­ing health,
Eager to play the he­ro’s part,
Grant to us each that great­er wealth,
An un­de­filed and loy­al heart,
God of our youth, be Thou our might,
To do the right, to do the right.

When from the field of mi­mic strife,
Of strength with strength,
And speed with speed,
We face the stern­er fights of life,
As then our strength in time of need,
God of our youth, in­spire us still,
To do Thy will, to do Thy will.