The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1886-07-01
The DeaCOn'S Discomfort !
j. II. NJ.

Dear Marth they've gone and spilled the the Church,
with notions odd and new
They've left, within the dear old walls no nome i"h
an you;
They've gone, with ruthless cruel hands, an Ven-
tured to profane
The dust of fully twenty years upon each "lhu""
pane:
Where gently drooped the soft festoons OF cop"e7'
old and gray,
Conceited youth, thoughtess pride has torn the III
all away,
merry leak
That traced worm-fences down the wall "' '@
three times week. .
Where oft you've heard my voice, dear Marth.' III
sweetest music flow,
They pump a squawky organ now' an 40 IL All A"l
show;
Those dear old walls-how long we've loNe" ' ~
familiar sight
Are covered up, each welcome spot with paper ne"
and bright
And the dear old windows where we s'' anu '
the Summer skies,
rbrourh clouds of speckled beauty painted by the
passing flies,
They've covered up the window-panes, with coiors
rich an blue
They've gone an spilled the Cnufch-ihey We iei' ~
place fur me an you,
THEY'VE come M to the measure of my most furbodin
fears
THEY'VE smeared with paint the benches that we've
loved fur thirty years,
Along the old and grimy walls where sacred inei :
riea dwell
THEY'VE left them shining, cold an base-they'Ve
robbed them of their smell;
No trace within the old walls our fathers used
to love.
To noint ms from the gloom of earth to holer things
The hvmn books that SO plainly showed Times old,
familiar tracks,
Have given way to fancy books with new an pic
tured backs.
All, Marth, we're foatin' swiftly down iiine e'ei
rushing tide
Where many mortal bark is wrecked upon a reef of
pride,
And manv mortal will forego his souls abidin'
hope,
And think to gain salvation through wicheu ue u
soap; -
But when across gloomy stream each little craft Is
whirl'd,
What cares the soul for all the paint glitter of the
world?
know they tell that up there, the faithful shall
richly -gilded city, whose streets are paved Will
gold;
That though amid earth's grief an SIM we may Oft
times despair,
The faithful SOUL in peace an joy, may climb a
Golden Stair;
Be this our hope-tha from this sea of SINFUL mortal
pride
The sness shall escape at last, an reach the other
side.
There to parade the shfnin' streets mortal feet
have trod-
An Church Committees do try to do the work Of
God;
Yet while along this painted shore 1ife's sluggish
stream shall flow.
We may some consolation find within the treacherous
glow;
No mortal failures ever shall our great religion
taint,
Nor the glory of the Word be hid by rich an glitter
ing paint;
Though Vanity may fill the house. an drive Re-
ligion out
An the singing of the choir supplant the good old
ringing shout,
Our Father will be faithful yet to such as do His
will
An though they've spilled the Church, dear Marth.
We'll worship in it still
He may with tender mercy look this glittering
sheen
An after all not cast off because our house is
clean
Then let us sing with all our might, an drown the
organ out
AM hide the Choirs weak solo beneath the happy
shout
An pray that tender mercy, in plenteous store may
fall
Upon the Church Committee which profaned eac
dear old wall.