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| 1 Dear children all, whose beaming eyes Reflect the light from ‘bove the skies, Why come ye here this Sabbath day? To learn the truth, to praise and pray? Kind teachers, yes, to pray and praise We come here in our youthful days, And hope, when older we have grown, To gather much where ye have sown; We want to learn the way of right And walk in wisdom’s path of light, And guided by our Savior’s hand, To journey tow’rd the better land. Chorus: Oh, none of us too aged are, And none too young to understand That God’s dear Son, our Guiding Star, Will lead us to that better land; But would we gain that port of light That lieth on the farther side, We must be strong to do the right, And trust in Him whatever betide. 2 Dear children when the early dawn Streams over woodland, mead and lawn, Do you kneel down, and thank high heav’n For all its love so freely given? When bird-songs greet the morning hour And angels wake the sleeping flower, We raise our hearts to God above And thank Him for His boundless love; And, when the ev’ning shadows creep And angels sing the flow’rs to sleep, We ask Him if these angels bright May guard us through the coming night. [Chorus] 3 Remember that the Lord of truth Has promised you immortal youth If, never flat’ring—though ye die— Ye strive to reach that home on high. We will, God helping, faithful be And shun the rocks in life’s great sea; (Our Bible tells us where they are, And we can see by wisdom’s star;) And then, when older we have brown, We hope to reap where ye have sown, And meet at last on yonder shore Where sin and sorrow reign no more. [Chorus] | Good Will: A collection of New Music for Sabbath Schools and Gospel Meetings (Enlarged) #100 (1882) |
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