There’s a dear lit­tle church in the vil­lage,
Near the spot where I first saw the day;
Where in child­hood I learned of the Sav­ior,
As the Life, and the Truth, and the Way.

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O come to the church in the vil­lage,
O come while the bells sweet­ly chime,
O come from the hills and the val­leys,
And list to the Gos­pel sub­lime;
O come to the church in the vil­lage,
O come while the bells sweet­ly chime,
O come to the church in the vil­lage,
Seek God, while still there is time.

There it stands, when the bright sun is shin­ing,
Where the broad, spread­ing trees cast their shade,
Then at eve, when the sun has des­cend­ed,
See it stand in the twi­light ar­rayed.

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Then the light, shin­ing thro’ stain­èd win­dows
Sifting out, shim­mers into the night,
Giving all that it touch­es new beau­ty,
And dis­pell­ing the dark­ness with light.

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Thus the dark­ness and blind­ness that bound me
Were re­moved in that dear, sac­red place,
And no mat­ter how far I may wan­der,
’Twill be dear till the end of my race.

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