Be friends of everyone. Be enemies of no-one
God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise.
Faith, mighty faith, the promise sees, And looks to God alone; Laughs at impossibilities, And cries it shall be done.
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
Let us unite the two so long divided, knowledge and vital piety.
Christ the Lord is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say. Raise your joys and triumphs high; Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.