OLD COUNTRY CHURCH

There's a  place dear to me
where I'm  longing to  be 
With my friends at the
old country  church 

Where with  mother we went 
and our Sunday's were  spent
With our friends at the 
old  country  church 

As a small country boy 
how my heart beat with joy
When I knelt in the
old country church 

And the saviour above
by His wonderful love
Saved my soul at the 
old country church 

How I wish that today 
all the people would pray
As we prayed in the
old country church 

If they'd only confess
Jesus surely would bless
As He did in the 
old country church 

Oft my thoughts 
make me weep
for so many now sleep 
In their graves near the
old country church 

And sometime I may rest
with the friends I love best 
In a grave near the 
old country church 

Precious  years of memories 
Oh what  joy they bring to  me 
How I hope once more to  be 
With  my friends at the
 old country  church

 By J D Sumner