A school it is, where glorious things are taught; A factory as well, where lives are wrought; A garden, where the flower-like children grow; An ocean, too, where freighted vessels go. It is a school, the school of Jesus Christ; His treasure-house as well, of gems unpriced; His army, drilled for high, heroic strife; His orchard, with all golden fruitage rife. It loves a Book, this Bible Sunday school; It owns a sceptre -- Christ's imperial rule; It has one task -- the Saviour's will to do; It holds one faith -- that He is good and true. O school, unending is your perfect lore. O army, forward! Jesus goes before. O workmen, labor! Jesus labors too; You cannot fail, your Master toils with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT POEMS ON THE SLAVE TRADE: 6 by ROBERT SOUTHEY TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF SARAH CANDLER by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 82 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |