Scripture Verse

Show me Thy ways, O Lord; teach me Thy paths. Psalm 25:4


Words: James R. Smith, in Joy­ful Sound, ed­it­ed by John Swe­ney & Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1889), page 120.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Smith (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


Our Sunday school, how sweet, how dear,
To meet and learn of Je­sus here;
To read His word, whose every line
Is full of hope and joy divine.


Our blessèd Sunday school,
Our bright and happy home,
Within thy peaceful dome
We love, we love to come;
Our thoughts will cling to thee,
And still our prayer will be,
That God may bless and keep
Our Sunday school.

Our Sunday school, where all may sing,
Glad songs of praise to God our king;
And youthful hearts may find the way
To perfect peace and endless day.


Our school is like a garden fair,
Where plants are trained with tender care
To bloom for Him, the Lord of all,
Whose loving smiles like sunbeams fall.


Our Sunday school, whose golden hours
From Eden bring refreshing showers,
In thee on earth we learn to live,
For thee our thanks to God we give.