1 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,
Had we not the Sabbath School.

2 Lovely is the dawn
Of each rising day,
Loveliest the morn
Of the Sabbath day;
Then our youthful hearts are full
Of the precious Sabbath School,
Of the precious Sabbath School.

3 To our happy ears
Blessed news is brought,
Tidings of the work
Love divine hath wrought,
Gracious news, and merciful:
How we love the Sabbath School!

4 Swiftly fades the light
Of each passing day;
Peaceful is the night
Of the Sabbath day;
Then our hearts with praise are full
For the precious Sabbath School.