The first church my dad pastored. I was "born" in this church. |
"Oh, I'd like to go back
To that old country church,
Just to hear the songs of praise.
How the people would sing,
It would make the heavens ring,
At that old country church"
"Leaning, leaning, safe and secure from all alarms.
Leaning, leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms."
"Come to the church by the wild wood
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale"
Oh, come to the church in the vale
No spot is so dear to my childhood
As the little brown church in the vale"
"Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine.
Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine.
Heir of salvation, Purchase of God.
Born of His spirit, washed in His blood."
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