Oh, how well I remember in the old-fashioned days,
When some old-fashioned people had some old-fashioned ways;
In the old-fashioned meetings as they tarried there,
In the old-fashioned manner, how God answered their pray’r.

‘Twas an old-fashioned meeting,
in an old-fashioned place,
Where some old-fashioned people had some old-fashioned grace:
As an old-fashioned sinner I began to pray,
And God heard me and saved me in the old-fashioned way.

There was singing, much singing, of those old-fashioned airs!
There was power, such power in those old-fashioned pray’rs,
An old-fashioned conviction made the sinner pray,
And the Lord heard and saved him in the old-fashioned way.

Well, they say it is better, “Things have changed, don’t you know”
And the people in gen’ral, seem to think it is so;
And they call me old-fashioned when I dare to say
That I like it far better in the old-fashioned way.

If the Lord never changes, as the fashions of men,
If He’s always the same, why, He is old-fashioned, then!
As an old-fashioned sinner saved thro’ old time grace,
Oh, I’m sure He will take me to an old-fashioned place.

‘Twas an old-fashioned meeting,
in an old-fashioned place,
Where some old-fashioned people had some old-fashioned grace:
As an old-fashioned sinner I began to pray,
And God heard me and saved me in the old-fashioned way.

From the hymn : The Old-fashioned meeting.