We Come Ere Yet the Ills of Life

We come ere yet the ills of life

Have cast their sha­dows o’er our way

For strength to con­quer mid the strife

And bear the bur­den of the day.

Whate’er our lot in life may be

May we its du­ties well per­form

And still Thy good­ness

Fa­ther see

Alike in sun­shine and in storm.

May we our faith­ful teach­ers aid

And grant that in their la­bors high

They be not weary nor dis­mayed

Ere yet the har­vest time draws nigh.

And while with­in these walls we meet

To gather words of wis­dom here

May kind­ly deeds and con­verse sweet

Bind ev­ery heart in love sin­cere.