Bethel University - Spire Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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The - - BETH ANN UAL - - 1932 Class Song By Harold Ji:xsex, ’32 Hail to thee, Bethel! Hail to our school! Hail to our faculty tho’ you may rule! May all our students true to you be, Our Alma Mater, all hail to thee! In all your class rooms hours we have worked, Labored and toiled, though some wc have shirked Listened to lectures, wrote many a theme. Four years have gone now. How does it seem? May wc in years to come think high of you, How you have taught us and guided us, too. May we remember, classmates and pals, Memories of school days, dearest of all. Goodbye, dear Bethel, goodbye to you, Goodbye, dear teachers, faithful and true. May you remember, though wc arc but few, The class that left Bethel in ’32.

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7 Ju . - BETH ANN UAL - - 10 32 Class Poem By Margaret Urban Toiling, rejoicing, and sorrowing. Each one through life must go. We have not equal sharing; Each one his place must know. We stand today in an open door; We see the struggle and strife. We look not back, though tempted sore. For we must be ready for life. Four years we have worked together; School days are like a game; For as much as wc have studied. That much has been our gain. ’Tis said that time is fleeting. So we’ll part as those of yore; Hut if we are true and faithful. We shall meet to part no more.

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THE CHAPEL HOl'R In tlic mist of each day’s busy moments. Our souls e'er seek refuge and bower. And vc pause for a season’s refreshing. In what's known as the Chapel hour. Whether we be weary or fainting. Or stormelouds hang low on our way, Wc may mount upon wings of an eagle. And our strength is renewed for each day. We push through the throng to the Master And feel the great throb of His power. As we touch the hem of His garment In what’s known as the Chapel hour. A glimpse of the face of the Saviour, A vision to eyes that are dim; Pours oil in the heart that is wounded. And balm for souls seared by sin. Like rains of refreshing, and sunshine. Which bless in the springtime each flower; He gives us the strength for each duty In what’s known as the Chapel hour. May Bethel ever be thankful For that place in the house of God Where each child may find courage to follow In paths where the Saviour has trod. On the dawn of Eternity’s Morning We’ll flee to His sheep’s safe bower And be sheltered from sin's cruel warfare. In Heaven's blest Chapel hour. J. S. A. (Meter from Children’s Hour. H. M . L.) Thirty-lico