I think that I shall never see,
A Church that's all it ought to be;
A Church whose members never stray,
Beyond the straight and narrow way.
A Church that has no empty pews,
Whose preacher never has the blues;
Where elders "eld" and deacons "deek",
And none is proud, and all are meek.
Where gossips never peddle lies,
Or make complaints, or criticize.
Whose members are all sweet and kind,
And to each othe(s faults are blind.
Such congregations there may be,
But none of them are known to me;
So let us work and pray and plan,
To make this church the best we can.