He is holy and sensitive
On his wall a picture of the Lord
He smears the spots of the Bible
The evening meal - he loves to spread
He loves the boys of the choir
They hold their spirits in
But worry makes him the tenor
So he must be next to him
On his night table still and mute
A picture of the Lord
He turns so slowly
If the church clock strikes twice
Hallelujah
He will fold his hands in prayer
Hallelujah
He will remain without a wife
Hallelujah
So he will have to love his next
Hallelujah
The young man may stay with him
The sin nestles over the bone
So he helps to drive it out
With music and candlelight
If the church clock strikes twice
Hallelujah
He will fold his hands in prayer
Hallelujah
He will be without a wife
Hallelujah
So he will have to love his next
If the church clock strikes twice
Hallelujah
He takes his young to pray
Hallelujah
He is the true Christian
Hallelujah
And he knows, what charity is
Hallelujah
Turn around slowly
Turn around