Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.