Yes, dear Sabbath [Sunday] school, I love thee

1 Yes, dear Sunday-school, I love thee,
Here I meet with friends most dear;
None to scorn or feel above me,
None to dread with slavish fear;
And the teachers, and the teachers,
Kindly all my lessons hear.

2 Here I learn of richer treasures
Than the mines of earth afford;
Earthly friends and earthly pleasures
Shall not keep me from the Lord;
Precious lessons, precious lessons
Here are spoken from His word.

3 Yet my heart is fill'd with wonder;
Parents, teachers, can you tell,
Why neglected many wander,
When so near the school they dwell?
Oh! invite them, Oh! invite them,
They will love the school so well.

4 I will go and tell those children
There is room for them and me,
And to school we'll straightway bring them,
If persuaded they will be.
I am thankful, I am thankful
That my friends invited me.

Source: Kind Words: a new collection of hymns and tunes for sunday schools and the social circle #23