Alma Mater

James Southall Wilson (1904)

Hark the students’ voices swelling,
strong and true and clear
Alma Mater’s love they’re telling
ringing far and near.

Chorus:
William & Mary loved of old
Hark, upon the gale,
Hear the thunder of our chorus
Alma Mater hail!

All thy sons are faithful to thee
through their college days;
Singing loud from hearts that love thee
Alma Mater’s praise.

Iron shod or golden sandaled
Shall the years go by —
Still our hearts shall weave about thee
Love that cannot die.

God, our Father, hear our voices,
listen to our cry
Bless the college of our fathers,
let her never die.