When the Morning Light

When the morn­ing light

Drives away the night

With the sun so bright and full

And the day of rest

Lightens ev­ery breast

I’ll away to Sab­bath school;

For ’tis there we all agree

All with hap­py hearts and free

And I love to ear­ly be

At the Sab­bath school.

I’ll away! away!

I’ll away! away!

I’ll away to Sab­bath school.

In the class I meet

With the friends I greet

At the time of op­en­ing pray­er;

And our hearts we raise

In a hymn of praise

For ’tis al­ways plea­sant there;

In the Book of h­oly truth

Full of coun­sel and re­proof

We be­hold the guide of youth

At the Sab­bath school.

May the dews of grace

Fill the hal­lowed place

And the sun­shine nev­er fail

While each bloom­ing rose

Which in me­mo­ry grows

Shall a sweet per­fume ex­hale;

When we min­gle here no more

But have met on Jor­dan’s shore

We will talk of mo­ments o’er

At the Sab­bath school.