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Words by W.M. Vories
Music by Carl Wilhelm |
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One purpose, Doshisha, thy name
Doth signify one lofty aim;
To train thy sons in heart and hand
To live for God and Native Land.
Dear Alma Mater, sons of thine
Shall be as branches to the vine;
Tho' through the world we wander far and wide,
Still in our hearts thy precepts shall abide!
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We came to Doshisha to find
The broader culture of the mind;
We tarried here to learn anew
The value of a purpose true;
Dear Alma Mater, ours the part
To face the future staunch of heart,
Since thou hast taught us with high aim to stand
For God, for Doshisha, and Native Land!
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When war clouds bring their dark alarms.
Ten thousand patriots rush to arms,
But we would through long years of peace
Our Country's name and fame increase.
Dear Alma Mater, sons of thine
Will hold their lives a trust divine
Steadfast in purpose we will ever stand
For God, for Doshisha, and Native Land!
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Still broader than our land of birth,
We've learned the oneness of our Earth;
Still higher than self-love we find
The love and service of mankind.
Dear Alma Mater, sons of thine
Would strive to live the life divine;
That we may with increasing years have stood
For God, for Doshisha, and Brotherhood! |
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