We Love To Go To The Sunday


We love to go to the Sunday-school,
Where we may learn the golden rule;
Where we may learn the story true,
Of the bright heavenly land.
Our teachers there we love to meet,
And scholars one and all to greet,
In songs of love and joy so sweet,
Of the bright heavenly land.

The bright heavenly land,
The bright heavenly land,
In songs of love and joy so sweet,
Of the bright heavenly land.

We love to go to school each day,
That we may learn the narrow way,
The way that leads to endless day;
To the bright heavenly land.
Our classmates there in praise we join,
To Him who gave His only Son,
That we through Him might all be won
To the bright heavenly land.

The bright heavenly land,
The bright heavenly land,
That we through Him might all be won
To the bright heavenly land.

We love to think when life is o’er,
And we have reached that golden shore,
That we shall praise Him ever more
In the bright heavenly land.
In glad hosannas there we’ll raise
Our loudest notes of endless praise,
To Him who crowns us all our days,
In the bright heavenly land.

The bright heavenly land,
The bright heavenly land,
To Him who crowns us all our days,
In the bright heavenly land.