“Little house so small and old
Cherished mem'ries thou dost hold
Of dear days that still must be
Ever young and fair to thee.

Speak, O little house today
Of those times long passed away,
Fill the eager heart of youth
With their tenderness and truth.

Once to serve the Master's will
Thou wast set upon this hill,
Guarding through His golden years
Lives of labour, love and tears.

Though throughout our happy land
Time has changed with lavish hand,
Still the humble walls of thine
Call us pilgrims to thy shrine.

Silent house so small and old
Cherished mem'ries thou dost hold
Of dear days that still must be
Ever young and fair to thee.

Hymn to the House sung by the Pioneer Nuns