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That old church bell is dear to me, When from its ancient tower Its silvery tones sound solemnly, To tell the service-hour; It seems as if it almost spoke The words of trustful prayer, And promised to the spirit broke With sin, a pardon there.
That old church bell is dear to me, When from its ancient tower Its silvery tones sound solemnly, To tell the service-hour; It seems as if it almost spoke The words of trustful prayer, And promised to the spirit broke With sin, a pardon there.