Sing gladly boys and maidens,
Your hymn of praise today,
‘Tis right that children’s voices,
Should blend in sweetest lay.
O praise the Holy Teacher,
Who found the root of pain,
And by his life Triumphant,
The power of self has slain,
The power of self has slain.
Come sing, dear boys and maidens,
Your hymn to Buddha Lord,
It was for all His children,
His wisdom He outpoured.
Sing praises of the Master,
Who found the Holy way,
Which we will safely follow,
To everlasting day,
To everlasting day.
And when we sing His praises,
Remember we strive,
By Holy Word and Action,
To keep His Faith alive.
O let us try to follow,
The Holy Path He found,
With love and with compassion,
All forms of live surround,
All forms of Life surround.
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