The classroom

1 Let others delight in the gambols of mirth,
In pleasures of riot and glee;
But among all the places frequented on earth,
The class-room is sweetest to me.

Chorus:
Oh! the class-room, the class-room,
Oh! the class-room, the class-room,
No place like the class-room to me.

2 There kindred souls meet, and converse as of old,
Their record on high is the same;
For the Lord looketh down, and includes in his fold
The faithful who think on his name. [Chorus]

3 There spirit meets spirit, and eye speaks to eye,
And cords of sweet sympathy bind;
And together they press to their home in the sky,
Forgetting the sorrows behind. [Chorus]

4 There hope plumes her wings, and exultingly goes
To bring from the land of the blest,
Those sweet leaves from the tree that in Paradise grows,
To heal all the wounds of the breast. [Chorus]

5 Hope sings of a land where none ever shall die--
Where friendships shall never be riven;
Where the tears shall be wiped from each sorrowing eye,
And all shall be happy in heaven. [Chorus]

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #43