Model Church

Dear wife, I found a 4 model 1 church
And worshiped there to- 5 day
It made me 1 think of the 4 good old 1 times
Before my 5 hair was 1 gray
The meetinghouse was 4 finer 1 built
Than they were years 5 ago
But I found 1 out when 4 I went 1 in
It was not 5 built for 1 show

The preacher did not set 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 long aisle of that crowded church
To find a pleasant pew

I wish you'd heard the singing, wife
It had the old time ring
The preacher said with trumpet voice
Let all the people sing
Oh Coronation was the tune
The music upward rolled
I thought I heard the angel choir
Strike on their harps of gold

I tell you wife, it did me good
To sing those hymns once more
I felt just like some wrecked marine
Who gets a glimpse of shore
It made me want to lay aside
This weather beaten form
And anchor on that blessed shore
Forever from the storm

Dear wife, the toil will soon be o'er
The victory soon be won
The shining strand is just ahead
Our race is nearly run
We're near to Canaan's happy shore
Our hopes are bright and fair
Thank God we'll never sin again
There'll be no sorrow there