Let us unite the two so long divided, knowledge and vital piety.
Keep us little and unknown, prized and loved by God alone.
Expand Thy wings, celestial Dove, brood o'er our nature's night; on our disordered spirits move, and let there now be light.
God is gone up on high with a triumphant noise.
A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky.
How few young men realize that their success in life depends more upon what they are than upon what they know. It is self-esteem that has brought the race this far.