In a little town there is
An old path church and every
Wednesday night it's filled,
With the sweetest sound on
Earth.
These Christian soldiers
Gather round the alter at seven
And each one lifts their voices,
To their father in heaven.
A young grandmother with her
Grandchild on her knees,
Tells the LORD just how much, to
Her he really means, beside
Her, her mother
Lifts her voice to the LORD of
Her life.
Sisters are huddled
Side by side in prayer, knowing
that their LORD is ever so near,
This is the sweetest sound that
One could ever hear.
A few feet away, some scattered
hear and there, the men lift
Their voice's to their God loud
And clear, unashamed weeping can
Always be heard, it's the sweetest
Sound I've ever heard.
Sunday school teachers, praise team
Leaders, the founder of this old path
Church, all in one accord thanking their
LORD for all the years of safe keeping,
And the prayers that have been answered,
On their knees at the alter, each Wednesay
Night, with the fruit of their lips
And singleness of heart, it's the
Sweetest sound that could ever be heard.
The young Pastor and his wife
Cry out for the LORD to keep watch,
Over each life thats been
Entrusted to their care, and ask
God to bring in lost hurting
Souls, it's the sweetest
Sound, that could ever be heard.
This is the closest place to
Heaven on earth, every Wednesday
Night in this old path church,
You can hear the sweetest sound
Ever heard on earth.
