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Laurels, fresh laurels,
for the Sunday School we bring;
They will bloom in fadeless verdure
Through a calm eternal spring;
Then gladly hail with a pure delight,
Oh, hail our beautiful wreath so bright;
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
for the Sunday School,
for the Sunday School,
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
for the Sunday School we bring.
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
for the Sunday School to wear;
All may win the precious garland,
All the flaming crown may wear;
The smile of hope and the dew of prayer,
Has made this beautiful wreath so fair.
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
for the Sunday School,
for the Sunday School,
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
for the Sunday School to wear.
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
then awake the song anew.
They will make you good and gentle,
You will love and praise them, too;
Oh, meet in heaven the heart so true,
That twined the beautiful wreath for you.
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
then awake the song,
then awake the song.
Laurels, �Fresh Laurels,�
then awake the song so new.
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Laurels fresh laurels for the Sunday
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