95. Come, Children

1 Come Children, come Children, whereever you roam,
O come to the Sunday-school;
From mansions of wealth, and from poverty's home,
O come to the Sunday-school!
The glad bells are ringing,
The children are singing,
O come to the Sunday-school;
There's work here for all,
Who attend to the call--
Then come to the Sunday-school.

2 Come Children, come Children, now listen to me!
O come to the Sunday-school!
From paths of temptation and folly be free--
O come to the Sunday-school.
Here's safety and pleasure,
And joy beyond measure,
All found in the Sunday-school;
Here's Faith, Hope, and Truth.
Crowning glories of youth,
All found in the Sunday-school.

3 Come Children, come Children, why linger so long?
O come to the Sunday-school!
How precious the lesson, how cheerful the song
We learn in the Sunday-school.
Here Jesus is near you,
And angels will hear you,
O come to the Sunday-School,
While pilgrims below,
Toward heaven we'll go--
Then come to the Sunday-school.

Text Information
First Line: Come Children, come Children, whereever you roam
Title: Come, Children
Author: Mrs. M. M. B. Goodwin
Language: English
Publication Date: 1867
Tune Information
Name: [Come Children, come Children, whereever you roam]
Composer: A. D. Fillmore
Key: D Major



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