Lay up for yourselves treasures in
Heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not
break through nor steal.
AT BALLYCARRY TOWN, Presbyterians
Well-woven and banded together;
And the Church at Hillhead,
where God's word is spread
Is filled in all kinds of weather.
It was at this Church that my
And worshipped the God they adore,
- how good and how pleasant it is
To learn to love Him more and more.
The site it is good - the view
Erected on top of a hill;
In the silence of worship and
quiet of things
God's plan is made known by His will.
There we learn of the Father who
created all things,
Of the Son - that died on the Cross;
repentance from sin - to be brought home to man,
Revealing our gain by
We learn to love all humans walking the
To look for the needy and see -
Every one on the road - to
lighten their load,
And help all that's weaker than we.
The children likewise are carefully
To search in the scriptures and be
Like unto the Master,
who said when on earth -
"Let the little ones come unto me".
Ballycarry! thy name sends a thrill
through my veins,
That will last while I here have got breath;
the famed Hillhead Church, with thy friends I have known,
severed only by Death.
And Death - the last enemy known on
When conquered - then new life begins,
And we go to be with
Him in that home prepared,
Where "no more He remembers our sins".
Lord! teach us before Thy day of grace
Get a brother - to share of Thy store;
And receive that "well
done" come into my courts,
And happily dwell evermore.