The richest strains of music ever heard
Are in a house devoted to God's Word.
Oh bright refrains whose tender tones are played
For the saving of my sinful soul that strayed. * Her gentle fingers deftly ply the frets
Of the violin and my heart forgets
Its troubles and its woes. With every chord
So vibrant there is peace. It is the Lord! * Oh song of strings or is it trumpet sound?
In my joy I cannot tell. I'm found
At last -a lost lamb I have been
But now I'm saved. The Lord can win * Salvation now for every soul. So pray
In thanks for the faith of Aunt Golda Mae.