Old Camp Meeting Days

Long ago but a boy at old camp meeting time
How my heart would leap for joy to hear the old bells chime
Calling all the saints of God into the house of prayer
Oh, such praying, singing, shouting for the Lord was there

I like the old time preaching, praying, shouting, singing
I like the old time reading of God's word
I like to hear those glory hallelujahs ringing
I like the old time worship of the Lord

I remember father dear and that old fashioned day
How his voice would rise and swell when he began to pray
Higher, higher, it would rise until I seen the fear
God would save us everyone from this eternal hell

I like the old time preaching, praying, shouting, singing
I like the old time reading of God's word
I like to hear those glory hallelujahs ringing
I like the old time worship of the Lord

Preachers in those good old days were filled with holy flame
Preaching for the souls of men and not for worldly fame
Under such old fashion preaching sinners fell to pray
And the Lord would save them in that good old fashion way

I like the old time preaching, praying, shouting, singing
I like the old time reading of God's word
I like to hear those glory hallelujahs ringing
I like the old time worship of the Lord