To you my sons the Priesthood bearers
To you my sons the armour bearers
Gird up your loins and seize the day
Minister unto God’s children in the Saviour’s way.
Embrace the work, go forth with zeal
We the sons who hold the workers seal
We the builders and guardians of Zion
To whom the people can look to and rely on.
To rescue, restore the troubled heart
Love and compassion to impart
To the lonely one in need and despair
To the rescue we go armed with love and care.
We labour together for what is true and right
That we may gain acceptance in God’s sight
That we may all arise as if as one
And sing our praises to God’s Holy Son.