The Church of Christ

What fair one is this in the wilderness travling
Looking for Christ the beloved of her heart
O this is the Church the bride of the Savior
Which with every idol is willing to part
While men in contention are constantly thowling
And Babylons bells are continually tolling
As though all the craft of her merchants was falling
And Jesus was coming to reign on the Earth

There is a sweet sound in the gospel of heaven
And people are joyful when they understand
The Saints on their way holm to glory as Ever
Determined by goodness to reach th blessed land
Old formal proffessers are crying delusion
And high minded hypocrites aresay ^tis all confusion^ crying delusio
While grace is panned out in a blessed Effusion
And Saints are rejoiceing to see priest craft fall

The Church of Christ

What fair one is this in the wildereness hunting Looking for Christ the beloved of her heart O this is the Church the bride of the Savior Which with every idol is willing to part While men in contention are constantly howling And Babylons bells are continually tolling As though all the craft of her merchants was falling And Jesus was coming to reign on the Earth There is a Sweet Sound in the gospel of heaven And people are joyful when they understand The Saints on their way holm to glory as Ever Determined by goodness to reach th blessed land

Old formal proffessers are crying delusion And high minded hypocritessay tis all confusion While grace is panned out in a blessed Effusion And Saints are rejoiceing to see priest craft fall