Like the mountain peaks of Brandwag
O’er the Hex Valley enthroned,
Stands this school of ours, devoted
To the child and God alone.
In the service of our country,
Language, people .. all that’s blest!
We shall never cease our striving
To give only of our best.

Chorus:
Fiat Lux! That is our motto;
Bear us upwards to the light.
Fiat Lux! For what we’ve chosen
Let us strive with all our might.
And now, forward! Alma Mater,
To the goal that we would win.
Soaring! Higher! That’s our calling;
Let us never fail therein.
By the voice that ever calls us
Hand and mind in concord steeled,
March we resolutely onward
To our noblest ideal.