Text: | My church! my church! my dear old church |
Author: | Anon. |
1 My church! my church! my dear old church
My fathers’ and my own,
On prophets and apostles built,
And Christ the corner-stone;
All else beside, by storm or tide,
May yet be overthrown;
But not my church, my dear old church,
My fathers’ and my own.
2 My church! my church! my dear old church!
My glory and my pride!
Firm in the faith Immanuel taught,
She holds no faith beside.
Upon this Rock, ‘gainst every shock,
Though gates of hell assail,
She stands secure, with promise sure--
“They never shall prevail.”
3 My church! my church! I love my church,
For she exalts my Lord!
She speaks, she breathes, she teaches not,
But from His written word.
And if her voice bids me rejoice,
From all m sins released,
'Tis through th'atoning sacrifice,
And Jesus is the Priest.
4 My church! my church! I love my church,
For she doth lead me on
To Zion's palace beautiful,
Where Christ the Lord hath gone.
From all below she bids me go
To Him, the Life, the Way,
The Truth to guide my erring feet
From darkness into day.
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First Line: | My church! my church! my dear old church |
Author: | Anon. |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Reformation, Church, Missions |
Notes: | Tune: ATHENS |