It made me think of the good old times

Before my hair was gray

The meetinghouse was finer built, than they were years ago

But I found out when I went in, it was not built for show

The sexton did not sit me down, away back by the door

He knew that I was old and dim, and saw that I was poor

He must have been a Christian man, he walked me boldly through

The long aisle of that crowded church

To find a pleasant view

I wish you’d heard the singing choir, it had the old time ring

The preacher said with trumpet voice, let all the people sing

Old Coronation was the tune, the music upward roared

I thought I heard the angel choir

Strike on their harps of gold

I’ll tell you wife it did me good, to sing those hymns once more

I felt just like some great marine, who gets a glimpse of shore

It made me want to lay aside, this weather beaten form

And anchor in that blessed port

Forever from the storm

Dear wife the toil will soon be o’er, the victory soon be won

The shining strand is just ahead, our race is nearly run

We’re nearing Canons happy shore, our hope so bright and fair

Thank god we’ll never sin again

There’ll be no sorrow there

There’ll be no sorrow there

In heaven above, where all is love

There’ll be no sorrow there