For three long nights refurbished bells have rung,
To gather in the teeming congregation.
Enchanting melodies the choir has sung
Above the thrilling tintinnabulation.
We postulants shall toil lengthy days
That we might justify the keen promotion
And faith in our spectacular display
Of hope and love and personal devotion.
If these first nights may serve as a predictor,
Heavenly spoils are due unto the Victor.