Saint John Bosco, our loving father, Now we lift to thee our voices. As we gather around thine altar Far and wide the world rejoices.
O Don Bosco, we're thy dearest Who's protection are imploring, For in heaven thou remainest, An apostle 'mid thee adoring.
Don Bosco, thy children On many a shore Shall love and revere thee Till time be no more.
Sancte Iohannes Bosco, Ora Pro Nobis