Our Little Church
In a quiet little village
'Midst the woods and fields of green
Stands a little country church house
Lending beauty to the scene.
More than one hundred years it has stood there
In that peaceful little vale,
Calling souls to look to Jesus
For a hope that cannot fail.
Within its old familiar walls
Our fathers met to pray,
And often they besought the Lord
For us who live today.
On every Sunday morning
A message may be heard
That is full of inspiration
From God's own Holy Word.
While hymns of praise
And words of prayer
From humble heart
Are lifted there.
And with the service ended
Our friends and dear ones greeting,
A fellowship that's warm and true
Is found at every meeting.
Oh, friends of our community
Who do not know the Savior,
Come with us to our little church
And seek the Father's favor.
Then when you've learned to love the Lord,
You all to Jesus giving;
You'll find each service you attend
A help to Christian living.
What happy days and tender scenes
Our memory oft recalls,
Of meetings and of partings
Within those hallowed walls.
Long may we meet and worship
In that little church there
'Til God, our Father, calls us home
To heavenly mansions fair.
- Revised by M. Leah Hogue
