The Sabbath Bell (Nevin)

At morn­ing’s dawn I love to hear

The Sab­bath bell so fresh and clear;

And when the gold­en sun has set

I love to hear its mu­sic yet.

The Sab­bath bell! the Sab­bath bell!

I love it well

I love it well;

I love the ding dong bell!

It makes the young heart leap and sing

With sound of soft and plea­sant ring;

For when it falls up­on their ear

They know the Sab­bath school is near.

It calls the wea­ry ones to rest

And calms the sad and trou­bled breast;

With stir­ring peals that float abroad

It makes the care­less think of God.