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A SABBATH-SCHOOL HYMN.
FROM THE GERMAN.
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.
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.
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,
Blessed News are brought,—
Tidings of the work
Love divine has wrought.
Gracious news and merciful,—
How we love the Sabbath-school!
Blessed News are brought,—
Tidings of the work
Love divine has wrought.
Gracious news and merciful,—
How we love the Sabbath-school!
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Teachers, you are kind,
Thus to point the road
Leading us from sin
To our Father, God.
May we all be dutiful,
In the precious Sabbath-school!
Thus to point the road
Leading us from sin
To our Father, God.
May we all be dutiful,
In the precious Sabbath-school!
Sweetly fades the light
Of each passing day;
Fairest is the night
Of the Sabbath day;
Then our hearts with praise are full,
For the precious Sabbath-school.
Of each passing day;
Fairest is the night
Of the Sabbath day;
Then our hearts with praise are full,
For the precious Sabbath-school.
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