My song shall rise with gladness,

The name and fame to tell;

To hail the place I treasure and

Where I love to dwell;

The spot so dear and cherished,

To which my heart is grown.

My second home of childhood –

The Holy Cross my own (x2)


The memory of thy kindness

shall linger in my mind,

for stronger ties than friendship

are those which do us bind.

When from thy Loving shelter

Into life’s toil I’m thrown.

Thou still in truth remainest-

The Holy Cross my own (x2)