1. When the rosy light of morningSoftly beams above the hill;And the birds, sweet heavenly songsters,Every dell with music fill,Fresh from slumber we awaken;Sunshine makes the heart so gay;Nature breathes her sweetest fragranceOn the holy Sabbath day.
Then away, haste away;Come away to the Sunday School;Then away, do not delay;Come away to the Sunday School.
2. For a good and glorious purposeThus we meet each Sabbath day,Each one striving for salvationThrough the Lord’s appointed way.Earnest toil will be rewarded;Zealous hearts need not repine;God will not withhold his blessingsFrom the eager, seeking mind.
Then away, haste away;Come away to the Sunday School;Then away, do not delay;Come away to the Sunday School.
3. Let us then press boldly onward,Prove ourselves as soldiers true;He will lead us, he will guide us.Come, there’s work for all to do;Never tiring, never doubting,Boldly struggling to the end,In the world, though foes assail us,God will surely be our friend.
Then away, haste away;Come away to the Sunday School;Then away, do not delay;Come away to the Sunday School.