I think that I shall never see,
 a church that’s all it ought to be!,

A church whose members never stray,
beyond the straight and narrow way:

A church that has no empty pews,
whose pastor never gets the blues ,

A church whose deacons always “deak,”,
 and none is proud and all are meek.

Where gossip never peddle lies,
or make complaints or criticize

Where all are sweet pure and kind,
and all to other’s faults are blind.

Such perfect churches there may be,
but none of them are known to me.

But still we ‘ll work, and pray and plan,
to make our own the best we can.