Linden Harp ‎#70

70. The Sabbath school

1 O welcome light
That rises bright
Upon the Sabbath day!
I hail thy gleam
Thy golden beam
Shall guide my cheerful way,
Shall guide my cheerful way--
To Sabbath school,
To Sabbath school:
My own loved Sabbath school!

2 On frosty dawn
Of winter's morn,
When earth is wrapp'd in snow;
Or summer breeze
Plays round the trees:
To Sabbath school I'll go,
To Sabbath school I'll go--
To Sabbath school,
To Sabbath school;
My own loved Sabbath school!

3 In class I meet,
With friends I greet,
At time of morning prayer;
Our hearts we raise
In hymns of praise,
'Tis always pleasant there,
At Sabbath school,
At Sabbath school,
Our own loved Sabbath school.

4 May dews of grace
Fill this dear place,
And sunshine never fail;
While each sweet rose
Which memory knows,
Shall sweet perfume exhale,
In Sabbath school,
In Sabbath school,
Our own loved Sabbath school.

5 Father in heaven,
To us 'tis given
To learn thy wondrous grace;
Spirit of love,
Bend from above,
And may we seek thy face,
In Sabbath school,
In Sabbath school,
Our own loved Sabbath school.

Text Information

• First Line: O welcome light
• Title: The Sabbath school
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1855

Tune Information

• Name: [O welcome light]
• Composer: W. B. Bradbury
• Key: C Major