1 On Sabbath morning, O how pleasant
To come to Sabbath school,
Where ev'ry happy child is present,
And ev'ry seat is full.

2 For there we meet each gentle teacher
Without a frown or rod,
And sometimes, too, our dear kind preacher,
who speaks to us of God.

3 But, best of all, the lowly Saviour
Is where his children meet,
And show, by quiet, meek behavior,
They're sitting at his feet.

4 How sweet, when all are lowly bending,
To ask his blessing there;
Or when in praise our voices blending,
Thank Him, who hears the prayer!

5 The blessed Bible then engages
Each youthful heart and eye,
To learn of God's own holy pages
The wisdom from on high.

6 And surely, He who feeds the flowers
With heaven's own morning dew,
Will send on our young hearts the showers
Of heavenly blessing too.

7 Then let us gladly gather round Him,
And love Him while we may,
For they who seek have always found Him,
E'en in their early day.

8 And when life's Sabbaths all are ended,
We all may meet above,
Where He for us hath now ascended,
Our Father's house of love.