Long
ago when but a boy at old camp beatin' time,
how my heart did leap with joy to hear the old bells chime,
callin' all the saints of God into the house of prayer.
All such prayin' singin',
shoutin' for the Lord was there.
I like the old time preachin',
prayin',
shoutin',
singin'.
I like the old time reading of God's word.
I like to hear them glory hallelujah ringin'.
I like the old time worship of the Lord.
Preachin' in them good old days was filled with holy flame.
Preachin' for the souls of men and not for worldly fame.
Under such old-fashioned preaching sinners fell to pray.
And the Lord did save them in that good old-fashioned way.
I like the old time preachin',
prayin',
shoutin',
singin'.
I like the old time reading of God's word.
I like to hear them glory hallelujah ringin'.
I like the old time worship of the Lord.
In
these latter days they say that there's no use to pray.
All we need is to think religion is a better way.
But I'm glad to tell you brother Jesus saves from sin.
In the old time way he saved me,
now he dwells within.
I like the old time preachin',
prayin',
shoutin',
singin'.
I like the old time reading of God's word.
I like to hear them glory hallelujah ringin'.
I like the old time worship of the Lord.