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Where
the two hands reach out to each other,
At
the end of the bridge o'er the Foyle,
Stands
a beautiful Christian Church building,
Where
the Lord reaches out to us all.
It's
open each Sabbath for worship,
From
half past eleven A. M.
And
if you've got any young children,
Our
Sunday School starts at half ten.
So
fear not to enter its portals,
And
take a soft seat in a pew,
To
the welcoming smile of an elder,
Who'll
hand you a Hymnbook, or two.
For
inside, you'll hear lovely music,
As
Helen our organist plays.
And
a choir that sounds straight from high Heaven,
Will
then enter, to lead us in praise.
God's
presence is sensed all around us,
From
the scent of the floral display,
To
the hearts of the faithful who love him,
And
who turn up on each Sabbath Day.
He's
there as we bow down before Him,
In
prayer and repentance for sin,
And
He's there as we lift up our voices,
To
praise Him with Psalm and with Hymn.
From
the pulpit, you'll hear Dr Buick.
God's
agent proclaiming the Truth.
His
sermons are very uplifting,
And
his singing upraises the roof.
And
as God reaches out from all angles,
Through
preaching, through prayer. Psalm and Hymn,
That
message is one of Salvation,
To
all who would reach out to Him.
So,
whether you're nine, or you're ninety,
You'll
find you're a most welcome guest.
And
you won't leave without a warm handshake,
And
a cheerie "Good Morning-God Bless".
So
please come along on next Sunday.
That
hour will be well worth your while,
Where
the two hands reach out to each other,
At
the end of the bridge o'er the Foyle. |
