But to fulfill The fruit of weary pursuit Where at once comes enlightenment Through gifts Of man's hard word Righteously to stand Proud to obey In scripture The Pontiff Recites words Spoken in loving ways And now Of solid doctrine Where love Shall light the way With faith and hope We gain strength To praise His Holy name As we come setting pace We enter the long race Geared up with truth The will of God We shall win The treacherous race Be good ye men Strive to fulfill A mission set in peace To follow His commands To reach new heights To dwell in the Holy Land