The Old Church Bell

When the old church bell that we love so well

Swings aloft in bel­fry tall

With a joy­ous peal

O how glad we feel!

As we hast­en to its call.

Hark! the old church bell

in its glad chimes dwell

Invitations sweet and clear;

Let us haste away in the ear­ly day

To the Sun­day school so dear.

Hear the old church bell

as its glad notes swell

On the bal­my morn­ing air;

Parents

teach­ers

all

at its plead­ing call

Gather at the house of pray­er.

Swings the old church bell

O its mea­sures tell

Invitations soft and sweet;

And our school­mates dear

as its chimes they hear

Speed to school with will­ing feet.

Rings the old church bell

over hill and dell

Spread afar the tune­ful peal;

Call the street waifs in

let them now be­gin

In the Sun­day school to kneel.