Down at the front of that little country church
Where the saints would gather every Sunday morn
I laid down my burdens at that old wooden altar
And the Holy Ghost made me brand new born
Tears were falling, hands were raised up high
Mother Johnson cried out, Glory, by and by
At the old wooden altar, I met my Jesus there
At the old wooden altar, I left my every care
Oh, sweet hour of surrender, oh, the precious blood divine
At the old wooden altar, Jesus made me His and mine
I was running fast from heaven, chasing shadows in the night
Bottle in my hand, sweet child, running from the holy light
But that little country preacher said, There's room for one more soul
And I stumbled down that aisle, Lord, broken, ready to be whole
Knees were trembling, soul was bare
Found my Father waiting there
At the old wooden altar, I met my Jesus there
At the old wooden altar, I left my every care
Oh, sweet hour of surrender, oh, the precious blood divine
At the old wooden altar, Jesus made me His and mine
Oh, I remember, yes, I remember, how the angels seemed to sing
Oh, I remember, yes, I remember, how my heart began to ring
Forty years have come and gone now, still I feel that holy fire
At the old wooden altar, Jesus is my one desire
