Anglican Cathedral College School Song

Lord of all hopefulness,

Lord of all joy,

Whose trust, ever child-like,

No cares could destroy,

Be there at our waking,

And give us, we pray,

Your bliss in our hearts,

Lord, at the break of the day.

 

Lord of all eagerness,

Lord of all faith,

Whose strong hands were skilled

At the plane and the lathe,

Be there at our labours,

And give us, we pray,

Your strength in our hearts,

Lord, at the noon of the day.

 

Lord of all kindliness,

Lord of all grace,

Your hands swift to welcome,

Your arms to embrace,

Be there at our coming,

And give us, we pray,

Your love in our hearts,

Lord, at the end of the day.

 

Lord of all gentleness,

Lord of all calm,

Whose voice is contentment,

Whose presence is balm,

Be there at our sleeping,

And give us, we pray,

Your peace in our hearts,

Lord, at the end of the day.

 

 

 

 

 

ST. Michael's College Song

Ra, Ra, Ra for our own Alma Mater

She shall always to us be dear

And the tie shall be strengthened

That binds us

With each passing year

We shall Cherish her ideals of knowledge

And her light of truth shall guide us

With her tradition's always beside us

We are proud to belong to Saint Michaels

Hm, Hmm, Hm, Hmm

 

 

 

St. Hilda's College Song

On this our festal day we meet,

Filled with hope and full of joy;

For we are daughters of the Church

and of St. Hilda, whom we greet

She who on earth a diadem spurned

and royal robes soon cast aside.

From her Lord's hand a crown received,

Good meed and gift her life had earned.

 

High on a cliff where north winds blow

and rolling waves beat on the shore

Saint Hilda set a House of God

To give in darkened days a light.

Through Whitby's aisles the psalms resound

In voices deep and treble clear

With sevenfold praise and worldlings called

Who heard their song and refuge found.

 

Courted by king and sought by sage,

Counsel gave Hilda and God's lore

Fell from her lips words of good cheer

as from a mother to her age.

Lover of learning; neath her sway

Vision and dreams found form in verse

and English tongue's first flowering then

sang welcome to the dawn of day.