1 With joy we hail the hallowed hour,
That calls to school our youthful band;
O may its moralizing power
Be seen and felt in every land;
’Tis here we learn to love the Lord;
Lord help us every sin to spurn,
And as we hear Thy holy Word,
To daily practice what we learn.

2 As years roll on and cares increase,
May holy zeal our hearts inspire:
Our feet pursue the paths of peace,
And conquest crown each good desire.
Should we by sorrow be oppressed,
Through deep and sore temptation driven;
May we remember there is rest,
Peaceful, eternal rest in Heaven.