Lyrics: Paul Gordon/John Caird
Music: Paul Gordon
Mr. Brocklehurst：
Form classes! Silence! Order!
Schoolgirls：
We are the children of God
And we praise His word
We are blind in His love
In His love we will trust
For we are taught that we must
Miss Scatcherd：
Girls, don't slouch, keep in line
Or my nerves will snap
Do not whisper or breathe
Or I'll show you the strap
Schoolgirls：
Oh, grateful we are for our daily bread
Oh, if only just once it could be instead
Sweet cakes and cottage pie
Food we could identify
Brocklehurst：
I have a word to address to the students,
Here is a girl who is new to our school,
Her name is Jane Eyre,
And she is brought here by her excellent benefactress, Mrs. Reed
Mrs. Reed：
I should wish her to be brought up in a manner suiting her prospects -
To be made useful - to be kept humble.
We must punish the flesh
She's prone to deceit
I would caution you not to be
Fooled by her lies
Brocklehurst：
Deceit is a cardinal sin
Mrs. Reed：
She knows not the danger she's in
Mr. Brocklehurst：
These are the children of God
She will quickly learn
That a child deceitful forever shall burn
Schoolgirls (& Mr. Brocklehurst & Mrs. Reed & Miss Scatcherd):
We are the children of God (Miss Scatcherd:She is depraved! Mrs. Reed: Let-this-teach-you!)
And we praise His word (Mr. Brocklehurst: Disciplines are born to be humble and suffer)
We are blind in His love (Mr.Brocklehurst:Punish the flesh to chasten the spirit; Mrs.Reed: Let-this-teach-you!)
In His love we must trust (Mr.Brocklehurst: Purity comes from the pain of correction; Mrs.Reed: Wicked child! Miss Scatcherd: The girl will be watched, sir)
For we are taught that we must (Miss Scatcherd: Every hour stand very still)
We are the children of God (Miss Scatcherd: All eyes will be watching)
But we find it queer (Mr.Brocklehurst: The torment of martyrs is holy and christian Mrs.Reed:Horrid wretched child!)
If we're really His children why isn't He here? (Mr.Brocklehurst: Starving the body will never extinguish the soul! Mrs.Reed:God despises you! Miss Scatcherd: Watching a shameful child)
Blind in his love
We're charity children
No mother or father just heavenly care
God blesses our souls and yet we despair