O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing;
Let’s hasten to the Sabbath school; O come, come away!
The Sabbath bells are ringing clear,
Their joyous peals salute my ear,
I love their voice to hear; O come, come away!
My comrades invite to join their happy number,
And gladly I will meet them there; O come, come away!
‘Tis there we meet to sing and pray,
To read God’s word on His glad day,
With joy let’s haste away, O come, come away!
While others may seek for vain and foolish pleasures,
The Sabbath school shall be my choice: O come, come away!
How dear to hear the plaintive strain,
From youthful voices rise amain,
With sweetest tones again, O come, come away!
‘Tis there I may learn the ways of heav’nly wisdom,
To guide my feeble steps on high; O come, come away!
The flow’ry paths of peace to tread,
Where rays of heav’nly bliss are shed,
My wand’ring steps to lead: O come, come away!
I there hear the voice in heav’nly accents speaking,
“Let little children come to me;” O come, come away!
“Forbid them not their hearts to give,
Let them on Me in youth believe,
And I will them receive:” O come, come away!
With joy I accept the gracious invitation;
My heart exults with rapt’rous hope; O come, come away!
My deathless spirit, when I die,
Shall, on the wings of angels fly
To mansions in the sky: O come, come away!