Trevecca Hymn
From the halls of old Trevecca, We go forth to serve our King; In our chosen fields of labor, We her praises gladly sing. To her high and noble standards, We shall never cease to hold, Knowing that her God will bless us, With His riches yet untold.
Now her halls of higher learning, Seem a holy sacred shrine; With her history rich and glorious and her scope and aim divine. Marching forward with her blessing; Friendships, memories lasting yet; We shall keep her spirit with us, Nor shall we her truth forget.
God who set thy hand upon her, Who has long supplied her need, Wilt thou keep our Alma Mater Thine in service as in creed. Give her guidance; give her wisdom; From thee never let her roam all the way to heaven’s portals, Bring her sons and daughters home.
Lyrics by Howard T. Wall, Jr.