If this earthly, tabernacle, should be, dissolved today
I'd trade it for, a fine new one, that would not, pass away.
But, till the day arrives when it's time for moving out
It's such, sweet peace, to know, the Lord, still lives, in this old house.
The sweetest, fellowship I know, has fortified, these walls,
And peace has reigned, since He's been walking, up and down, these halls.
With snow, upon the rooftop now, and these hinges, near worn out.
It's such a joy, to know, the Lord, still lives, in this old house.
To Him, it's been, a dwelling place, where He kept, my hand in His;
To me, a home, away from home, is all it really is.
It sure, ain't, fine and fancy, and all, I can boast about,
Is that, after all, these years, the Lord, still lives, in this old house.
Now, there were times, He has the right, just to up, and move away.
And there were times, and days, I knew it took, God's amazing grace to stay.
But, He never left, this old building once, that's why, I can sing and shout;
'Cause after, all these years, the Lord, still lives, in this old house.