Another Sab­bath day has come,
Another week is o’er;
And we, a grate­ful, hap­py throng,
Are ga­thered here once more:
We meet to sing of Je­sus’ love,
And bow to Him in pray­er,
We meet to read His ho­ly Word,
And learn our du­ty there.

Our Sun­day school, our Sun­day school;
No place on earth so dear!
How many pre­cious souls have found
The way to glo­ry here;
And now around the shin­ing throne
They wait for us to come
And share with them the fade­less love
Of their eter­nal home.

Oh, may the seed thus ear­ly sown
Spring up on good­ly ground,
And in our hearts, our souls and lives
May fruit of grace abound—
Immortal fruit, that yet shall bloom
In pa­ra­dise above,
Where we, with those now gone be­fore,
Shall sing re­deem­ing love.