Of all the faces I hath been privy too
thy was that I discerned true,
thee were the light among all the forlorn dark,
and finding thee gave my life cerebral spark.
And I know when times were rough
path to redemption tough,
thee held me through all tide
ah How can I thank thou my guide.
Heavens knows for sure I say
That how many men would have been here lay
lest thee took cares
and made them pure paved them heavens stairs
Thy haven,folioic sanctuary,
Thy shadow ,wordy glory,
Book oh book its thee who makes the world as it should
your paeans must be sung in every home,nook and wood.