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Dear Friend, I heard bad news today. I can't believe it's true So that is why I take my pen And drop a line to you. And ask if it can really be? To me it seems absurd; To try to make myself believe This story I have heard. |
Than ever lingered 'round a house Or down a shady lane Or even 'round a dear one's grave To me, it seems the same. It is the last sweet link that binds The present to the past. Oh, do not tear the Old Church down. Let's keep it 'til the last. |
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Dear Friend, you know the Old Rock Church That stands in our home town. Why, someone told me just today They're going to tear it down. I'll say it shocked me to the core. It made me fighting mad. I've thought the matter o'er and o'er And now I'm grieved and sad. |
For in that house we learned the things That guide us throughout life, That help us when temptation brings The trials and the strife. The lessons learned there day by day Are like a guiding star That leads us in the narrow way No matter where we are. |
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That dear old faithful meeting house That's stood there years and years As lone and quiet as a mouse, It really brings the tears. It seems someone must have forgot Just what that old house means. More memories cling to that old spot, More sacred thoughts and dreams, |
The friends with whom we mingled there Each sabbath of our youth Are treasured in our memories Like gems of living truth. So Friends, my heart it humbly pleads, Though "modern men" may frown From out it shines the light that leads Don't tear the Old Church down. |
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