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!