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elders_singing_something They weren't singing the Presbytery Point song here, but since I did find a lone scrap of paper with the words being used as a bookmark in a hymnal in the lodge, and since I know the words aren't anywhere else on the net, here they are--to the tune of "White Coral Bells."

White stately birch beside a sparkling lake
Here we campers gather and new friendships make.
Presbytery Point is so like heaven above;
Here we grow like Christ in joy, faith, hope, and love.

Bright streaks of gold above the rose-hued sky,
Here the Master Painter lifts our thoughts on high.
Hills, trees, and sky thus mirrored in the lake
Call for pure strong service for the Master's sake.

Grey lines of fog along the rock-strewn shore,
Here we find the rest and peace we need so sore.
Great God of peace, and everlasting love,
Here we speed our nobler souls to Thee above.