Church On A Hill-Top

There is a Church on a hill-top

With a steeple to the sky;

Calling out a welcome

To those passing by.

The doors are always open,

And all invited in;

The Saint Heaven-bound,

And those lost in sin.

The Gospel is presented,

In a clear and loving way,

Pointing to the Lamb of God,

On Whom our faith is stayed.

We sing the songs of Calvary,

And of redemption's plan;

We sing of the Crimson Fountain,

Which is open to every man.

Here we pray for one another,

Edify, encourage and love;

We are a close knit family,

Adopted and sealed above.

We are guided by our Father,

Who watches from on High;

The Church on a hill-top,

With a steeple to the sky.