The train of this new session
Is ready for the next station
Whistle is blown signal is clear
But some people are still running near
Haste, my friends! The train gets its pace,
God bless divine grace! God bless divine grace!
The train is slow sometimes fast
The sky is clear sometimes overcast
Crossing all form of the land
We sit peacefully sometimes stand
Our eyes have confidence and smile on face
God bless divine grace! God bless divine grace!
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