Praise now to this our school,
Where we learn to play our part,
In finding ourselves a place,
In life, that we soon may grace,
The world when we depart.
Learning to share the toil,
Helping the frail and weak.
Guided by mutual aid,
To those noble aims we seek.
Corporate now we stand,
One body enjoined in work,
Oh Lord, grant us grace to know,
Oh Lord, grant us grace to know,
Thy love and help to live by deeds not words.
Noting the stars and spheres,
We wander through realms untrod,
Discovering Nature's end,
With science, our guide and friend,
To lead us nearer God.
Working with lathe and plane,
Moulding the wood and steel.
Setting a pattern true,
In all that we do and feel.
Solid achievement now,
We show as the fruits of work.
But when through the world we go,
But when through the world we go,
We still shall see we live by deeds not words.
Words by W.E. Fletcher, MA (Oxon)
Music by D.O. Crossling, ARCM
Pictures supplied by Roger
Perriss.
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