The Church in the Wildwood
There's a church in the valley by the wild wood,
No lovelier spot in the dale;
No place is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.
Chorus:
Come to the church by the wildwood,
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 wildwood,
To the trees where the wild flowers bloom,
Where the parting hymn will be chanted,
we will weep by the side of the tomb.
Back to Chorus:
How sweet on a clear Sabbath morning,
To listen to the clear ringing bell;
Its tones so sweetly are calling,
Oh come to the church in the vale.
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From the church in the valley in the wildwood,
When day fades away into night;
I would fain from this spot of my child-hood,
Wing my way to the mansions of light.
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written by: Dr. Wm. S. Pitts
And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter, and upon this rock I will build my church; and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Matthew 16:18
