And worshipped there today.
It made me think of good old times
Before my hair was grey.
The meeting place was finer built
Than they were years ago.
But then I found when I went in
It was not built for show.
The sexton did not sit me down
Away back by the door.
He knew that I was old and deaf,
And saw that I was poor
He must have been a Christian man,
He led me boldly through
the crowded aisle of that grand church to find a pleasant pew.
I wish you'd heard the singing,wife
It had an oldtime ring,
The preacher said ,with trumpet voice
Let all the people sing..
"All hail the power", was the hymn.
The music upward rolled.
I thought I heard the angel choir
Strike up their harps of gold.
My deafness seemed to melt away,
My spirit caught the fire,
I joined my feeble,trembling voice
with that melodious choir,
And sang as in my youthful days
"Let angels prostrate fall
Bring forth the royal diadem
and crown Him Lord of all".
I tell you wife,it did me good
to sing that hymn once more.
I felt like some wrecked mariner
who gets a glimpse of shore.
I almost want to lay aside
this weather beaten form.
And anchor in that blessed port
Forever from the storm.
T'was not a flowery sermon ,wife
But simple Gospel Truth.
It fitted humble men like me.
It suited hopeful youth.
To win immortal souls to Christ,
The earnest Preacher tried.
He talked not of himself or creed,
But Christ ,The Crucified.
Dear wife the toil will soon be o're.
The victory soon be won.
The shining land is just ahead.
Our race is nearly run.
We're nearing Canaan's happy shore,
Our home so bright and fair.
Thank God we'll never sin again.
There'll be no sorrow there,
There'll be no sorrow there.
In Heaven above where all is love,
There'll be no sorrow there.
Author John H.Yates
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David and Mary Ann Evans.
This was a favorite song of my Grandfather's
All Hail the Power of Jesus Name