Oh! Wilberforce, our star of hope,
We love and adore thy name;
Many find knowledge within thy courts
And are wielding a sword of fame.

Just think in a half century,
How proud we ought to be,
Of a noted place like Wilberforce,
Sound aloud the jubilee.

Long live the name of Wilberforce,
May she shine as bright as the sun,
At the end of a whole century,
As if she had just begun.

Many bring credit to this our race,
From thy broad and open doors,
They hail from South America
And from Africa's dark shores.

They come from foreign countries,
They come from the isles of set,
To be taught at our noted Wilberforce
And to the olden Jubilee.

Let us strive to do something for Wilberforce,
And add to her great name more;
With her towering halls and libraries,
And her museum a perfect store.

With her choir of heavenly voices,
Giving God's great name all praise,
With ambition, brain and honor
Her students take this day.

With culture and refinement,
With modesty and grace,
With push, pluck and ambition,
Each student fills his place.

Three cheers for our dear old Wilberforce,
Three cheers for its faculty brave,
Three cheers for its loyal president,
Three cheers for its heroes in the grave.

Can we forget the founder,
Of this grand and noted place?
Dear Bishop Payne the hero,
May his ashes rest in peace.

Not only him but others,
That have gone to their resting place,
And their soul with God that giveth,
All happiness and peace.