I Love the Sunday School

1 I love the Sunday school,
And on that holy day
My heart is often full,
When I attempt to pray.
With early steps I come,
to meet my teacher dear,--
Leaving my happy home
to seek instruction here.

2 I love the Sunday school,
The precious volume, too,
Which is the only rule
To teach me what to do:
Within it I behold
The rays of Gospel light,
Richer then gems of gold,
And more divinely bright.

3 I love the Sunday school,
And with that every child,
Would here his name enroll,
No more be rude and wild;
Wasting his precious time,
Spending his idle breath
In folly or in crime
Along the road to death.

4 I love the Sunday school,
And wish that all the earth
Might know, from pole to pole,
Its influence and worth:
And may God give me grace
A Saviour's name to love;
To see his smiling face
In mansions blest above.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #44