We love to go to the Sunday-school,
Where we may learn the golden rule;
Where we may learn the story true,
Of the bright heavenly land.
Our teachers there we love to meet,
And scholars one and all to greet,
In songs of love and joy so sweet,
Of the bright heavenly land.
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