Our Sunday School (Smith)

Our Sun­day school

how sweet

how dear

To meet and learn of Je­sus here;

To read His word

whose ev­ery line

Is full of hope and joy di­vine.

Our bless­èd Sun­day school

Our bright and hap­py home

Within thy peace­ful dome

We love

we love to come;

Our thoughts will cling to thee

And still our pray­er will be

That God may bless and keep

Our Sun­day school.

Our Sun­day school

where all may sing

Glad songs of praise to God our king;

And youth­ful hearts may find the way

To per­fect peace and end­less day.

Our school is like a gar­den fair

Where plants are trained with ten­der care

To bloom for Him

the Lord of all

Whose lov­ing smiles like sun­beams fall.

Our Sun­day school

whose gold­en hours

From Eden bring re­fresh­ing show­ers

In thee on earth we learn to live

For thee our thanks to God we give.