Written by Michael Bacon

Weary traveler though you wander wide,
The Lord will walk beside you and always be your guide.
Down the paths of darkness surely you will roam
Weary traveler, The Lord will lead you home

Storm tossed sailor rest your tired soul
for He will surely steer you past every rocky shoal.
Through the night of darkness, midst the raging seas,
storm tossed sailor, The Lord will bring you peace.

For the Alma mater and virtue we will stand
Let the bonds of Brotherhood lend a helping hand (to all a helping hand)

Searching brother though your work is hard
the Lord is watching over and from trouble he will guard
Though the quest for knowledge some times takes its toll
Searching Brother, He will make you whole

The Lord will make you whole.