What a precious gift is song
What a joyful sound God hears
When a little choir goes along
To share their gospel singing
The old folks sit all alone each day
Trapped within their frail bodies
But play a hymn: hear them sing
See their smiling faces shine
The joy that there alights: I say
Sparkles within their eyes: mine
It leaves me too: grinning
Memories come flooding back
Forgetting everything they lack
Peace descends: angels praise
Dear Lord it's souls we're winning
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