1 The Sunday school, that blessed place,
Oh! I would rather stay
Within its walls, a child of grace,
Than spend my hours to play.

Chorus:
The Sunday school, the Sunday school,
Oh! 'tis the place I love,
For there I learn the golden rule
Which leads to joys above.

2 'Tis there I learn that Jesus died
For sinners such as I;
Oh! what has all the world beside,
That I should prize so high? [Chorus]

3 Then let our grateful tribute rise,
And songs of praise be given,
To Him who dwells above the skies,
For such a blessing given. [Chorus]

4 And welcome then the Sunday school,
We'll read, and sing, and pray
That we may keep the golden rule,
And never from it stray. [Chorus]