O tell me, young friends, While the morning's fair and cool, O where, tell me where, Shall I find your singing school? You'll find it in a large church Amid the shady grove; You'll find half a hundred All singing faw, ray, doe. O yes, I've found them; And I'm glad indeed to see So many young people Singing with so much glee, And while they sing so sweetly, O, yes, I think I see Some hearts that are swelling, O Lord, with praise to Thee. May all these young people Meet up in heav'n above, To join with the angels, Adore the God of love. O God, we humbly pray Thee, We all may faithful prove, And all meet in heaven To praise Thee, God of love.