So Do I

The Sun­day school is my de­light

O let us hast­en there

O let us hast­en there;

’Tis there we learn the way that’s right

And hear the voice of pray­er

And hear the voice of pray­er.

O I love the Sun­day school

O I love the Sun­day school

So do I

so do I

So do I

so do I

so do I

O I love the Sun­day school.

When spring with ma­ny an op­en­ing flow­er

And bloss­om decks the ground

And bloss­om decks the ground

When sum­mer’s sun and gen­tle show

Spreads beau­ty all around

Spreads beau­ty all around

And when the cold and chil­ly blast

Shall steal away the flow­ers

Shall steal away the flow­ers

When win­ter’s snow is fall­ing fast

This joy shall still be ours

This joy shall still be ours.

Yes

if the sweet­est flow­ers ab­ound

Or earth is clothed in snow

Or earth is clothed in snow

In Sun­day school we will be found

For there we love to go

For there we love to go.