That year they laid one royal stone,
walls firmly rising on their way,
with wondering thanks, had they foreknown
these hundred years we view today.
Soon, this young school would gather here,
parents and sons with faith and skill,
plodder and tar and pioneer;
one with their prayers, we worship still.
within this place, what music plays!
What Scriptures, speeches, songs are heard!
Space for our silence, grief or praise,
heart-searching though and stirring word.
Round us, fresh gardens, tree-lined drive,
outfield, arena, stage and pool;
wordsearch and website newly thrive,
science with art to build our school.
And from this chapel, through the world,
sent over land, by sea or air
God's mission calls us, as of old,
good news to spread , great work to share.
History and hope today we bring
to Christ our royal, risen Stone;
under his cross we serve, and sing!
Your kingdom come, your will be done!