O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is past;
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 will I 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 joyfulness 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!
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!
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!
Singers: The Boston Camerata