We come to comfort and to heal, to love and serve in woe and weal
We come to comfort and to heal, to love and serve in woe and weal.

Let a mighty chorus swell and soar beyond the skies
As white robed bands with healing hands to daily tasks arise,
And eager limbs await their hour with aching, grim surmise
While fading visions float before half open, gleamless eyes.

Let the name Augustus Muller proudly write in gold
Flame across Karnatak's vast and Bharat's millions hold,
In admiration of his zeal whose vision bright & bold
In Mangalore's fair bosom raised its home of peace untold.

Hail! dear home where tender care beguiles disease and pain
Where love divine inspires & lifts the failing heart or brain.
Live on and grow till human kind its destiny attain
And healing reach on wheels and wings the distant home or plain.

Come, Doctor, live your noble Hippocrate's bequest
Come, Nurse, by Nightingale inspired, forget your broken rest,
Come all who soothe in ways unsung Humanity’s unrest
Let's all as one, with love pursue the toil by millions blest.