He Sang in the Old Church Choir

’Twas East­er Sun­day morn­ing

To the vil­lage I had gone;

My boy­hood home where lived the ones I loved;

At the church the preach­er spoke the Word

The choir sang sweet­ly

too

And in their midst an old man sang

The old songs good and true;

His voice was sweet and ten­der

I seem to hear him yet

Sing again an old refrain I nev­er will for­get.

How he sang in the old church choir

Olden songs

gold­en songs of a by­gone day

Sweet songs of glad­ness

songs

too

of sad­ness

That car­ried me far

far away

And I longed in my soul for that heav­en­ly goal

That he sang of so sweet­ly in those songs:

Lead Kindly Light amid th’en­circ­ling gloom

And Rock of Ag­es cleft for me.

Those were the songs

the old gold­en songs

That he sang in the old church choir.

So here’s a sim­ple les­son

Of the good that we can do

To help our fel­low men along the way;

Just a word of cheer to those we meet

May ease an ach­ing heart

A song may save two souls

That oth­er­wise might drift apart.

Still in my me­mo­ry that lin­gers

That sing­er and his song.

Sweet and low

so long ago

To hear his voice I long.