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Away from the rush, the jam and the show,
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Back where the fragrant wild flowers grow,
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And songbirds nest in branches low
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Is the country church.
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Out from the city with its noisy street,
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Out where the air is pure and sweet,
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There at the crossing where two roads meet
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stands a country church.
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On Sabbath day its bell will ring,
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And kindly folk will come and sing.
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The praise of Him who peace did bring
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To the country church.