St. Joseph's to LaSalette

ST. JOSEPH'S

OF THE

FIELD

Up in Michigan

On the farm fields

St. Joseph's Academy

Proudly wields

A crop of souls

Harvested yearly

Farmed by men

But not men merely.

Young stalks of souls

Watered by grace

Rooted in prayer

Will soon take their place

In other fields

Converting the land

Where desolate pastures

Once were priest-manned.

For daily they'll be

At the rise of the Son

Tilling the fields

For souls to be won.

Souls who have withered

From lack of graced-water

Souls who are innocent

Lambs to the slaughter.

For the seeds of St. Joseph's

Trent-fertilized

By priest at the Mass

Are hated despised.

But not merely men

These farmers of souls

St. Pius the Tenth

They're priests with firm goals

To teach and to preach

Give Sacraments of God

Grow great Catholic crops

In His great Catholic sod

And not only north

But south, west and east,

You will see the young souls

Growing strong at the Feast.

Just like St. Joseph's

On Michigan's field...

Crops of Tradition,

Great harvests they'll yield!