Along the banks of river Yamuna,
Lies the school we hold most dear,
Forget it not, through all life changes,
Keep its' memory, bright and clear.

Chorus : Oh! Sacred Heart, Oh! Sacred Heart,
Praise to Thee for all thou art,
Spring of Grace, God head's shrine,
Be thou for-ever, loved and praised.

Not the prize, but just the striving,
Honour gained is for the school,
Aim at leading, never driving,
Wit's collected temper's cool. Chorus…

Now tradition firmly with us,
Put self-last in all we do,
With a single-ness of purpose,
For truth and service,
To love and respect. Chorus…