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144. O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing

O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing;
Let's hasten to the Sabbath school; O come, come away!
The Sabbath bells are ringing clear,
Their joyous peals salute my ear,
I love their voice to hear; O come, come away!

My comrades invite to join their happy number,
And gladly will I meet them there; O come, come away!
How there we meet to sing and pray,
To read God's word on his glad day,
With joy let's haste away, O come, come away!

While others may seek for vain and foolish pleasures,
The Sabbath school shall be my choice; O come, come away!
How dear the plaintive strain,
From youthful voices rise amain,
With sweetest tones again! O come, come away!

'Tis there I may learn the ways of heavenly wisdom,
To guide my feeble steps on high; O come, come away!
The flowery paths of peace to tread,
Where rays of heavenly bliss are shed,
My wandering steps to lead: O come, come away!

I there hear the voice in heavenly accents speaking,
"Let little children come to me; O come, come away!
Forbid them not their hearts to give,
Let them on me in youth believe,
And I will them receive:" O come, come away!

With joy I accept the gracious invitation;
My heart exults with rapturous hope, O come, come away!
My deathless spirit, when I die,
Shall, on the wings of angels, fly
To mansions in the sky: O come, come away!

Text Information
First Line: O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing
Title: O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing
Publication Date: 1854
Language: English
Tune Information
Treble by: W. Houser

Audio recording: Big Singing
©APAD Digital Recordings
MIDI file: OComeComeAway.midi
More media are available on the tune authority page.