  The old church long has stood,— For ages may it stand, Storehouse of heavenly food And lighthouse of the land. Within its sacred walls What thousands, now asleep, Where its blest shadow falls Have bowed to pray and weep! Old church, with doctrines old As God's eternal truth, Within its sacred fold Men still renew their youth. Still in its water springs, Whose streams are never dry, Hope bathes her drooping wings, And gathers strength to fly. Still from its tower of light The radiant truth is given To cheer men thru the night And guide them on to heaven. |
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