Our school was built of old
Whose hands hath crowned
her children
With blessing manifold
For thine unfailing mercies
Far strewn along our way
With all who passed before us
We praise thy name today
The changeful years unresting
Their silent course have sped
New comrades ever bringing In
comrades steps to tread And
some are long forgotten Long
spent their hopes and fears
They reap not where they laboured
We reap what they have sown
Our harvest may be guarded
By ages yet unknown
The days of old have taught us
How best we too can serve
Our utmost for the highest"
Our aim throughout the years.
