Under their own hard pride
Gold in their hands, dust in their eyes
No one to steer them right
But the wise man learns to kneel

The humble man can hear
One good word can save a life
One good turn can clear
Fools die for want of wisdom

The lion of the righteous, The man wealth is in his city
Teach many, teach many, The lion of the righteous

So give me truth that stings
Give me light that stays, Teach many
Better one hard lesson now, teach many
Than a grave of wasted days

The lion of the righteous
Teach many, teach many
The lion of the righteous
Teach many, teach many

A heart that turns from knowledge
Has nothing left to give
Fools die for want of wisdom

Teach many, teach many
The righteous’ wealth is in his Holy Pla-ace
Teach many, teach many