The church in the wildwood

Oh, come, come, come...
Come to the church by the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

Oh, how sweet, on a bright Sunday morning,
Just to list to the clear-ringing bell;
For its voice is so tenderly calling:
Oh, come to the church in the dell.

Oh, come, come, come...
Come to the church by the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

Brothers, now for the Savior let us rally,
Let us serve Him who never will fail;
"Gainst the foes of the truth let us sally
From the little brown church in the dale.

Oh, come, come, come...
Come to the church by the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

Far too long we have wandered after pleasures
And ignored the sweet plea of the Lord;
Let us strive for heavenly treasures-
Let us work for the blessed reward.

Oh, come, come, come...
Come to the church by the wildwood,
Oh, come to the church in the dale;
No spot is so dear to my childhood,
As the little brown church in the vale.

Let us offer ourselves anew to Jesus,
And the message of life gladly tell;
Let us cling to the Savior who frees us,
Let us love this bright spot in the dell.