There`s a place dear to me where I`m longing to be,
With my friends at the old country church;
There with mother we went, and our Sundays were spent,
With the friends at the old country church.
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Precious years of memory, O what joy they bring to me;
How I long once more to be With the friends at the old countru church.
Precious years sweet memory, Joy, great joy they bring to me;
How I long once more to be with the 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 Savior above, by His wonderful love,
Saved my soul in the old country church.
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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 tho`ts make me weep, for so many now sleep,
In their graves near the old country church;
And some time, I may rest, with the friends I love best,
In a grave near the old country church.
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