THE LITTLE WHITE CHURCH

There's a (I)little white church in the valley,
That (IV)stands in my memory each (I)day,
And it seems I can hear the bells now ringing,
Though (II)I am many miles a(V)way,
And (I)many times in church on Sunday morning,
The (IV)whole countryside would gather (I)there,
They would all kneel down at the alter,
As they lifted (V)up their voice in (I)prayer.

Chorus:
Oh the (I)church in the valley, the (IV)little white church,
The (I)place I loved so (V)well,
I'm (I)sad and I'm lonely, yes I'm (IV)sad and I'm lonely,
For that (I)little white (V)church in the (I)dell.

We would sing the old song “Rock of Ages,”
Christ let me hide myself in thee,
And I know some of them are now waiting,
Just o'r the dark and stormy sea,
I know their troubles have all ended,
And happy together they will be,
They are waiting and watching up yonder,
For the coming home of you and me.

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