Voices, Happy Voices

Verse 1

Voices, happy voices, In the Sunday school I heard; I hurried along, and I chanced to see A youthful band, and they said to me, “Why will you linger? Why will you stay? Turn from your pastime, turn from you play.

Chorus

O come to the Sunday school, O come to the Sunday school; We are singing, singing glad songs of praise, We are singing, singing glad songs of praise.

Verse 2

Voices, happy voices, On the gentle summer breeze; How sweetly they come to the wanderer’s heart, And bid the tear of repentance start; List to the chorus; what does it say? “Turn form your pastime, turn from your play.”

Verse 3

Voices, happy voices, From the Sunday school arise; The erring they lead to the path of right, And make the soul of the mourner bright, Telling of rapture, telling of rest, Pointing to Zion, home of the blest.