1 Now we lift our tuneful voice,
In a new melodious song;
While each youthful heart rejoices,
To behold the gath'ring throng.
Ye who join our celebration,
Sweetest melodies employ;
Bow with us in adoration,
Fill'd with holy, heavn'ly joy.
2 Teachers kind, whose care unceasing,
All must honor and approve;
Thanks for labor still unceasing,
Heav'n reward your works of love.
Thanks to God for ev'ry blessing,
Which his bounteous hand bestows;
All on earth that's worth possessing,
From that hand incessant flow.