O beautiful our country,
Be thine our nobler care;
Than all the wealth of commerce
Thy harvest waving fair,
Be it thy pride to lift up
The manhood of the poor;
Be thou to the oppressed,
Fair freedoms open door
For thee our Fathers suffered
For thee they toiled and prayed;
Upon thy holy altar
Their precious lives they laid
Thou hast no common birthright
Grand memories on thee shine;
The blood of noble races,
Co-mingled flows in thine.
O beautiful our country
Round thee in love we draw;
Thine be the grace of freedom
The majesty of law,
Be righteousness thy sceptre
Justice thy diadem;
Upon thy shining forehead,
Be peace the crowning gem.
Mine, Mine Methodist Girls’ School
The High School for me;
Shine, shine, always deserving our loyalty.
Go, go forward forever,
Grow, grow faltering never
More glorious be.
Mine Mine Methodist Girls’ School,
The High School for me.
