The Little Old Church By The Road

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Often times in my memories I wandered again
To the little old church by the road
I can see the dear people and hear them so plain
Singing songs of that blessed abode
I can hear my dear mother as she fervently prayed
Blessed Jesus help me carry my load
she was never downhearted and never dismayed
In the little old church by the road

There my mother was praying and the preacher was saying

Sinner come and repent your sins

There the [evil was routed?] and  the sisters were singing

And brethren saying amen

It was there I met Jesus and gave Him my life

It was there He took the weight off my load

And He freely removed all my sorrow and strife

In the little old church by the road

I remember the preacHer so gentle and brave
As He told how the Father above
Gave His only son Jesus all the lost ones to save
Such wonderful wonderful love
I will always remember how He spoke when He said
Come to Jesus He will lighten your load
And so often He told of the life giving bread
In the little old church by the road

I can never forget all those lovely old songs
That the people so joyfully sang
How they told the Lord message to the people gone wrong
And the echos so joyfully rang
I will always remember when I truly believed
Jesus freely took the weight off my load
And the joy of salvation I truly recieved
In the little old church by the road