Just like we did back in 1950 when I was a kid singing this song in a school house along the Canadian River in Oklahoma. Dad, "Brother Van," was leading the singing, and Mom played the piano from the shape note hymn book.
The coal oil lamps were all glowing in the windows, and the black iron pot bellied stove was roaring as the snow blew outside. Everyone sang their hearts out, and if you couldn't carry a tune, no one would judge you. We were all to occupied with lifting up praise to God.
I was extremely blessed to find these folks in Gardendale First Baptist Church, Alabama, still singing the old hymns that we sang in the days of the Old Paths.
Enjoy
