Come, children, come children

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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.

Source: The Little Minstrel: a collection of songs and music, with lessons of instruction, mathematically arranged plan of notation #95

Author: M. M. B. Goodwin

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First Line: Come, children, come children
Author: M. M. B. Goodwin
Copyright: Public Domain

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