|First Line:||O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing|
|Composer:||Treble by W. Houser|
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1. 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! 2. My comrades invite to join their happy number, And gladly will I meet them there; O come, come away! How 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! 3. While others may seek for vain and foolish pleasures, The Sabbath school shall be my choice; O come, come away! How dear the plaintive strain, From youthful voices rise amain, With sweetest tones again! O come, come away! 4. 'Tis there I may learn the ways of heavenly wisdom, To guide my feeble steps on high; O come, come away! The flowery paths of peace to tread, Where rays of heavenly bliss are shed, My wandering steps to lead: O come, come away! 5. I there hear the voice in heavenly 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! 6. With joy I accept the gracious invitation; My heart exults with rapturous 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!