The church bell peals a reverent note
Beckoning His people to their prayer,
To listen to a preacher quote
Of sinless souls and fortunes fair.

I watch, unseen, the faithful walk
To their places midst the pew,
With their Savior now to talk
Of sorrows past, of distress new.

From the *****, the notes swell out
And voices rise in fervent song,
In deepest faith, with ne’er a doubt
They ask His help to make them strong.

In the shadows, alone I stand
Tears of sorrow in my eye,
Prayerless, in a no-man’s land
Listening to the singing die.