(Archie Campbell)      Rock of Ages cleft for me,   Let me hide myself in Thee.      It was a stylish congregation   You could see they had been around   And they had the biggest pipe organ   Of any church in town.      But over in the amen corner   Of that church sat Ol' Brother Ire   And every Sunday he insisted   On singing in the choir.      His voice was cracked and broken   Age had touched his vocal chords   And nearly every Sunday   He would get behind and miss the words.      Well, the choir got so flustered   The church was told then fine    Brother Ire must quit his singing   Or the choir is going to resign.      So the pastor appointed a committee   I think it was three or four   They got in their big fine car   Drove up to Ire's door.      They found the choirs great trouble   Sitting there in a big armed chair   The summers golden sum beam   Lay upon his snow-white hair.      Said York, ''We're here   With the Vestry's approbation   To discuss a little matter   That affects the congregation.''      ''Now it seems your voice   Is interfering with the choir   So if you will just lay out   Are you listening Brother Ire?''      The old man raised his head   A sign he did hear   And on his cheek the three men caught   The glitter of a tear.      His feeble hands pushed back   The locks as white as silky snow   And he answered the committee   In a voice both soft and low.      ''I wonder if beyond the tide   That is breaking at my feet   In that far off heavenly temple   Where my Master I shall meet.''      ''I wonder if when I try to sing   The songs of God up higher   Will they kick me out up there   For singing in Heavens Choir?"      A silence filled the room   The old man bowed his head   The committee went on back to town   But Brother Ire was dead.      The choir missed him for awhile   But it soon forgot   A few church goers watched the door   But the old man entered not.      From far away his voice is sweet now   And he sings his hearts desires   Where there are no committees   And no fashionable choirs.      Rock of age's cleft for me   Let me hide myself in Thee...