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Old Song (From Memory) For two- thousand years with sanctified tears They're told use of a home up above But here where we dwell they have made it a hell (the while they yet yolded of love) Cho: Tho they promise on a heaven And they frighten you with hell Tho they promise wings and golden harps And other things as well Th they say that they would like to Put a crown upon your head Thye wont do a darn thing for you ...until you're dead-dead-dead, And never is the time to ring the new chime, For I want my heaven right here For the one in the sky in the [illegible] ye and bye; Is a santy clams story, fear. Cho; etc. We have no guarre/ with church. It is a fine example of cooperative effort. The con- tributers may sleep under bridges, live in hovels and subsist on second hand food but on The Holy Sabbath they gather among the better surroundings, fixtures, and appointments of the house of the lord. Which, some, goes to show what united effort can accomplish. We cannot blame the Servant of the Lord if he wants his congregregation to have as good raiment, food and