"Hymn, Sung by the Children of a Sunday School." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
THERE is a glorious world of light,
Above the starry sky;
Where saints departed, clothed in white,
Adore the Lord most High.
And hark! amid the sacred songs
Those heavenly voices raise,
Ten thousand, thousand, infant tongues
Unite, and perfect praise.
Those are the hymns that we shall know,
If Jesus we obey;
That is the place where we shall go,
If found in Wisdom's way.
This is the joy we ought to seek,
And make our chief concern;
For this we come, from week to week,
To read, and hear, and learn.
Soon will our earthly race be run,
Our mortal frame decay;
Children and teachers, one by one,
Must droop, and pass away.
Great God! impress the serious thought,
This day on every breast;
That both the teachers, and the taught
May enter to thy rest.