Words by Clyde P. Johnson, Cincinnati and Cornell 1893
Of all the ones that near perfection, Stainless, without gloss,
Sigma Chi is my selection, We revere its cross.
CHORUS
Hail the cross, the snow white cross! Its praise always tell;
Prize, o prize our glitt’ring emblem, Guard, o guard it well!
Long ago in old Miami, Seven men of old,
Raised aloft our glor’ous emblem, Snow white cross of gold.
