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!

Lovely is the dawn
Of each ris­ing day;
Loveliest the morn
Of the Sab­bath day;
Then our in­fant thoughts are full
Of the pre­cious Sab­bath school!

To our hap­py ears
Blessèd news is brought,
Tidings of the work
Love di­vine has wrought;
Gracious news and mer­ci­ful:
How we love the Sab­bath school!

Sweetly fades the light
Of each pass­ing day;
Peaceful is the night
Of the Sab­bath day;
Then our hearts with praise are full
Of the pre­cious Sab­bath school!