My mind wanders back to a time in our land
When preachers were called by God, not man
And as they stepped up to the pulpit to preach
It seemed to me God was there within my reach
With well-worn Bibles clutched to their chest
They preached the story how God gave his best
With tear-dimmed eyes they told of the cross
Upon which Jesus died to save the lost
But mixed with love so pure and so sweet
They told how Satan met his defeat
When on that glad and glorious day
Christ our Lord arose from the grave
Repent! Repent! They cried o'er and o'rWhile Jesus is knocking on your heart's door
Now is the time, don't hesitate
Don't wait for tomorrow may be too late
Some came walking. some running down the aisle
The altar would be filled from side to side
And lives that were stained with sin and shame
Never again would be the same
For Christ had heard their humble prayer
At an old-time altar he met them there
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