Well wife I found a model church and worshiped there today
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 deaf and saw that I was poor
He must have been a Christian man he led me boldly through
The long aisle of that crowded church to find a pleasant pew

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
Oh Coronation was the tune the music upward roared
I thought I heard the angel choir strike on their harps of gold

I tell you wife it did me good to sing those hymns once more
I felt just like some wrecked 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 near to Canaan's happy shore our hopes are bright and fair
Thank God we'll never sin again there'll be no sorrow there