Rock of Ages clef for me let me hide myself in Thee It was a stylish congregation you could see they had been around And they had the biggest pipe organ of any church in town But over in the amen corner of that church sat Ol' Brother Ire And every Sunday he insisted on singing in the choir His voice was cracked and broken age had touched his vocal chords And nearly every Sunday he would get behind and miss the words Well, the choir got so flustered the church was told, then fine Brother Ire must quit his singing or the choir is going to resign So the pastor appointed a committee I think it was three or four They got in their big fine car drove up to Ire's door They found the choirs great trouble sitting there in a big armed chair The summers golden sum beam lay up on his snow-white hair Said York, "We're here with the Vestry's approbation To discuss a little mater that affects the congregation Now it seems your voice is interfering with the choir So if you will just lay out are you listening, Brother Ire? The old man raised his head a sign he did hear And on his cheek the three men caught the glitter of a tear His feeble hands pushed back the locks as white as silky snow And he answered the committee in a voice both soft and low "I wonder if beyond the tide that is breaking at my feet In that far off heavenly temple where my Master I shall meet I wonder if when I try to sing the songs of God up higher Will they kick me out up there for singing in Heavens Choir?" A science filled the room the old man bowed his head The committee went on back to town, but Brother Ire was dead. The choir missed him for awhile, but it soon forgot A few church goers watched the door, but the old man entered not From far away his voice is sweet now and he sings his hearts desires Where there are no committees and no fashionable choirs Rock of age's clef for me let me hide myself in TheeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
