4295. The Model Church

1. Well, wife, I’ve found the model church,
And worshipped there today;
It made me think of good old times,
Before my hair was gray;
The meeting house was finer built
Than they were years ago,
But then I found when I went in,
It was not built for show.

2. The sexton did not set me down
Away back by the door;
He knew that I was old and deaf,
And saw that I was poor;
He must have been a Christian man,
He led me boldly through
The crowded aisle of that grand church,
To find a pleasant pew.

3. I wish you’d heard the singing, wife,
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 rolled
Until I tho’t the angel choir
Struck all their harps of gold.

4. My deafness seemed to melt away,
My spirit caught the fire;
I joined my feeble, trembling voice
With that melodious choir;
And sang as in my youthful days,
Let angels prostrate fall.
Bring forth the royal diadem
And crown Him Lord of all.

5. I tell you, wife, it did me good
To sing that hymn once more;
I felt like some wrecked mariner
Who gets a glimpse of shore;
I almost want to lay aside
This weather beaten form,
And anchor in the blessèd port,
Forever from the storm.

6. ’Twas not a flowery sermon, wife,
But simple gospel truth;
It fitted humble men like me;
It suited hopeful youth;
To win immortal souls to Christ,
The earnest preacher tried;
He talked not of himself, or creed,
But Jesus crucified.

7. Dear wife, the toil will soon be o’er,
The vict’ry soon be won;
The shining land is just ahead,
Our race is nearly run;
We’re nearing Canaan’s happy shore,
Our home so bright and fair;
Thank God, we’ll never sin again,
There’ll be no sorrow there.

Text Information
First Line: Well, wife, I've found the model church
Title: The Model Church
Author: John H. Yates (19th Century)
Language: English
Source: Song Ser­mons for Gen­er­al Use and Spe­cial Services, edited by Phil­lip Phil­lips (New York: In­ter­na­tion­al Mu­sic and Pub­lish­ing Agen­cy, 1877)
Copyright: Public Domain
Notes: A poor lit­tle girl, liv­ing in an al­ley of the slum dis­trict of Chi­ca­go, was used in a re­mark­a­ble way for the con­ver­sion of a com­mer­cial tra­vel­er. He had re­ceived in­struct­ions, his trunks filled with sam­ples had been sent to the de­pot, and hur­ried good-byes had been said. With grip­sack in hand, he took a short-cut to the sta­tion through one of the filthy al­leys of the ci­ty. He saw a great number of half-clad child­ren, whose on­ly home was a wretch­ed base­ment or illy-ven­ti­lat­ed ten­e­ment. As he passed, one lit­tle waif was sing­ing at the top of her voice: "There’ll be no sorrow there." “Where?” said the though­tless sales­man. "In heav­en above, where all is love, there’ll be no sor­row there," sang the lit­tle girl. The an­swer, the sing­er, the far-away heav­en with no sor­row, lodged in his heart. The fast-fly­ing train soon left be­hind the hur­ry and the bus­tle of ci­ty life, but the an­swer of the lit­tle sing­ing waif was taken up and re­peat­ed by the ra­pid re­vo­lu­tion of the car-wheels. He could not for­get the sing­er and the song, nor could he rest until he cried for mer­cy at the Cross. It was one of the ma­ny ful­fill­ments of the prom­ise, "A lit­tle child shall lead them." Sankey, pp. 268-9
Tune Information
Name: [Well, wife, I've found the model church]
Arranger: Ira David Sankey
Incipit: 53217 61512 21235
Key: G Major
Copyright: Public Domain



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