There's a little old church
That stands on a hill.
It's a church where I always go.
I am right here to say that
Little old church today
Is the best little church that I know.
I have heard many men speak
Time and again
They had found many churches, but still
By this church they will swear.
There's none to compare
With that little old church on the hill.
In that little old church
Are the truest of friends
You will find on the face of the earth,.
Your thoughts are astray
If you think this I say
Because it's the place of my birth.
The people won't pause
For an unworthy cause.
They give their support with good will.
Not many folks will give like
The people who live
'Round that little old church on the hill.
When old Satan gets you down
In that little old town,
Your friends to your aid quickly go.
There are churches, my friend.
You'll stay down to the end,
But this church is different, you know.
So, when you are in need,
You are forced to concede
This is not idle talk, but still
You don't have to stay down
If you live in that town
By that little old church on the hill.
So, if ever you stray to places faraway,
You may see lots of sorrow and care.
Don't let your heart yearn
But be quick to return
To friends who your burdens will share.
We have our ups and downs
Like folks from other towns,
But you'll find when you've
Gone through the mill,
Some will say it's dead.
You will find no church ahead
Of that little old church on the hill.
Text of Hymn: "Church on the Hill," © Icie E. Sandy Rowand, 2002, all rights reserved.
Web page design and original Church on Hill graphics © Betty Sandy Smith, all rights reserved.