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Robert Lowry

When The Morning Light Drives Away The Night

in Robert Lowry’s Hymn Collection

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1 When the morning light
Drives away the night,
With the sun so bright and full,
And the day of rest
Lightens every breast,
I’ll away to Sabbath school;
For ’tis there we all agree,
All with happy hearts and free,
And I love to early be,
At the Sabbath school.

Refrain:
I’ll away! away!
I’ll away! away!
I’ll away to Sabbath school.

2 In the class I meet
With the friends I greet,
At the time of opening prayer;
And our hearts we raise
In a hymn of praise,
For ’tis always pleasant there;
In the Book of holy truth,
Full of counsel and reproof,
We behold the guide of youth,
At the Sabbath school.

3 May the dews of grace
Fill the hallowed place,
And the sunshine never fail,
While each blooming rose
Which in memory grows,
Shall a sweet perfume exhale;
When we mingle here no more,
But have met on Jordan’s shore,
We will talk of moments o’er
At the Sabbath school.


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      When The Morning Light Drives Away The Night

      1 When the morning light
      Drives away the night,
      With the sun so bright and full,
      And the day of rest
      Lightens every breast,
      I’ll away to Sabbath school;
      For ’tis there we all agree,
      All with happy hearts and free,
      And I love to early be,
      At the Sabbath school.

      Refrain:
      I’ll away! away!
      I’ll away! away!
      I’ll away to Sabbath school.

      2 In the class I meet
      With the friends I greet,
      At the time of opening prayer;
      And our hearts we raise
      In a hymn of praise,
      For ’tis always pleasant there;
      In the Book of holy truth,
      Full of counsel and reproof,
      We behold the guide of youth,
      At the Sabbath school.

      3 May the dews of grace
      Fill the hallowed place,
      And the sunshine never fail,
      While each blooming rose
      Which in memory grows,
      Shall a sweet perfume exhale;
      When we mingle here no more,
      But have met on Jordan’s shore,
      We will talk of moments o’er
      At the Sabbath school.