The youth who burns the midnight light
In study and in prayer,
Will reach in future years a height
With blessings waiting there,
No wealth could never, never, buy,
Nor schemes could ever gain,
For only God can take one high
Beyond all sin and stain.
The youth who walks the upward path
And not the downward road,
And conquers self and carnal wrath
And sin wherever sowed,
Is quite a blessing in his home,
In school, at work, or play,
Or o’er the earth where he may roam,
Or where he’s set to stay.

He’ll bless the country where he lives,
The church where he belongs;
He’ll help God’s cause by what he gives
And help to conquer wrongs;
He’ll share the diamonds of his love
With other precious souls,
And point them to the grand above
Where Christ his treasure holds.

The youth who’s clean in heart and mind
And has a spotless name,
And longs to help his fellows find
God’s way that leads to fame;
Or strives to help them fill the place
That God would have them fill,
Shall be a winner in the race
Up Zion’s holy hill.