2 As Robert Raikes walked out one day,
To see if children were at play,
Some boys were seen on Sabbath day,
A playing, playing-Ah me.
Cho. Then away. &c.

3 In seventeen hundred eighty-one,
Across the sea in Glous'ter town,
The glorious Sunday School begun,
Its coming! coming! along.
Cho. Then away! &c.

4 O, how this little fire has spread,
And warmed to life the carnal dead,
And brought them to our living Head,
So loving, loving and good;

Cho. Then away! &c.

5 Come, parents, teachers, one and all,
And never think the work is small,
But listen to the heavenly call:
Be workers, workers to day;
Cho. Then away! &c.

6 When storms are past, and work is o'er,
And Sunday Schools shall be no morc,
We'll gather on the golden shore,
Singing glory, glory to God.

Cho. Then away! &c.

7 Then what a glorious sight 'twill be To see the millions of the free

All happy in eternity,

So welcome, welcome the day!
Cho. Then away! &c.

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2 The words were full of solace, Falling like a healing balm

On the heart so sorely stricken,

That the mourner might well be calm. The sharp sting of anguish taken,

The burden of grief grew more light, We'll all meet again in the morning,

Like a rainbow spanned Death's night.

3 O, ye who sadly languish,

Weighed down by grief and gloom, Beside the grave's dark portal, Look beyond the silent tomb! With God leave your precious treasures, Shall He not in all things do right? We'll all meet again in the morning, Death's sleep is but for a night. Cho.

2 How can he leave them,
Leave to the tempter's power,
Passing each golden hour
Careless away.
While in his dreary home,
Sad tears for him are shed;
Is every feeling dead,
How can he stay?

1 Thou art my Shepherd,
Caring in every need,
Thy little lambs to feed;
Trusting thee still;
In the green pastures low,
Where living waters flow,
Safe by Thy side I go,
Fearing no ill.

3 If Thou wilt guide me,
Gladly I'll go with Thee;-
No harm can come to me
Holding Thy hand;
And soon my weary feet
Safe in the golden street,
Where all who love Thee meet,
Redecin'd shall staud.

2 There is a place where holy angels dwell,

A pure and a peaceful abode,

The joys of that place no mortal tongue can tell, For there is the palace of God.-Cho.

3 There is a place where loving friends are gone, Who suffered and worshipped with me,

Exalted with Christ on His pure and spotless throne, The King in His beauty they see.-Cho.

4 There is a place where through faith I hope to live, When life and its labors are o'er,

A place which the Saviour to faithful ones will give, And there I shall sorrow no more.--Cho.