The Sabbath School

All the week we spend

Full of child­ish bliss;

Every chang­ing scene

Brings its hap­pi­ness;

Yet our joys would not be full

Had we not the Sab­bath school!

Lovely is the dawn

Of each ris­ing day;

Loveliest the morn

Of the Sab­bath day;

Then our in­fant thoughts are full

Of the pre­cious Sab­bath school!

To our hap­py ears

Blessèd news is brought

Tidings of the work

Love di­vine has wrought;

Gracious news and mer­ci­ful:

How we love the Sab­bath school!

Sweetly fades the light

Of each pass­ing day;

Peaceful is the night

Of the Sab­bath day;

Then our hearts with praise are full

Of the pre­cious Sab­bath school!