Marist College Penshurst - School Song

School Song

The school's Marist song, as well as Sub tuum is sung at all official college masses.

Sub tuum praesidium
We fly to your patronage
confugimus, confugimus,
our refuge, our refuge
Sancta Dei Genitrix,
Holy Mother of God
Sancta Dei Genitrix.
Holy Mother of God

Nostras deprecationes,
our intercessor (ward off by prayer)
ne despicias, ne despicias
do not ignore (look to) us
in necessitatibus nostris,
in need ours

Sed a periculis cunctis
but our peril whole
libera nos semper,
free us always
Virgo gloriosa et benedicta.
Virgin Glorious and Blessed Sub tuum praesidium
under your protection
confugimus, confugimus.
our refuge, our refuge.

Set your hearts a-ringing
Let heaven resound
Of our school we're singing
Let our praise abound.
Sons of Penshurst Marist
Let's stand and sing
Honour our commitment
Glory to her bring.

Challenges before us
Undaunted we
Sing a mighty chorus
Claim the victory.
Courage is no stranger
Faithful we'll be
Conquer every danger
Marist sons are we.

God keep watch around us
God keep us free
Brothers to each other
Of one family.
Sons of Penshurst Marist
Raise aloud the cry
Praise our loving mother
Penshurst Marist high.

God keep watch around us
God keep us free
Brothers to each other
Of one family.
Sons of Penshurst Marist
Raise aloud the cry
Praise our loving mother
Penshurst Marist high.

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