The church is a wonderful place.
Where we can always seek God's face,
Also where we can dry our many tears,
And be comforted always from our fears.
We attend each Sunday morning.
The pastor always gives a warning.
Oh! may we always renounce our sin,
So that the light will always shine within.
We sit so quiet and meditate,
And wonder just what is our fate.
The hymns we sing, the prayers we say.
Will always brighten up our day.
The organ with its pleasant sound.
Will help us worship God, His will we found.
We look to Christ who fills our hearts,
And makes us sure we do our part.
We journey home our love to share.
With those who couldn't be there.
They are always glad to hear the right.
The way salvation gives its light.
Through the days and weeks we do go.
Our love for others we should show.
It gives us many thoughts that lift,
Our hearts in praise from out our lips.