School Songs

By the constant flowing river,
fragrant as the soft woodbines,
Stands an unassuming building,
dotted with casurina pines —
Our beloved Modern School.

 

But each morn as though enchanted,
pulsating with fairy lights,
Pittering pattering full of brightness,
a magic flame doth shine.
Our beloved Modern School.

 

Shines on numerous youthful faces,
brightening minds with light sublime,
Burning oils of constant hard work,
scattering sparks in every clime
Our beloved Modern School.
“Our beloved Modern School.”-(Twice)

Morning Prayer

God made the sun
And God made the trees,
God made the mountains
And God made me.

 

I thank you O God
For the sun and the trees,
For making the mountains
And for making me.

 

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

 

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
All things bright, etc.