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THE WHEATON HYMN
We praise Thee, Lord, whose life we are,For those who early heard Thy call.
Seeking a richer life from far;
Laying the dearest stones of all,
In the grey dawn of other days,
Mid other men and other ways.
They builded better than they knew;
They trusted where they could not see;
They heard the sound of voices new,
Singing of all the years to be;
And for both man and womankind
An inner temple of the mind.
Around us dream our towers and spires,
And on our college hearthstone cast
Red ashes of a hundred fires
Of all our immemorial past
Still glow in warm and friendly rays,
Lit by the thoughts of college days.
Descant
A hundred years pass like a dream,
Yet early founders still are we,
Whose works are greater than they seem,
Because of what we yet shall be
In the bright noon of other days,
Mid other souls and other ways.
Words by J. Edgar Park,
Music by Herbert J. Jenny
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