I
CHILDREN ARE SCATTERED ALL OVER THE LAND
WE'VE LOST OUR LOVE FOR OUR FELLOW MAN.
FATHERS AND MOTHERS ARE PARTED TODAY
THERE'S DUST ON THE ALTER WHERE WE USED TO PRAY.
II
TEARS THAT WERE ONCE SHED FOR A BROTHER IN NEED
ARE NOW CALLED OLD FASHIONED THERE'RE NO LONGER SEEN.
GREED AND PROUD HEARTS HAVE GOTTEN IN THE WAY
THERE'S DUST ON THE ALTER WHERE WE USED TO PRAY.
CHORUS
LET'S SEEK OUT THE OLD PATH AND WALK THEREIN
OUR CHILDREN ARE CRYING AND DYING IN SIN.
(SATAN IS LAUGHING AS GOD'S PEOPLE STRAY)
THERE'S DUST ON THE ALTER WHERE WE USED TO PRAY.