Stone Church on the Hill

Up on the ridge of Georgia clay

A white block church of yesterday

The people walked up from the mill

To find the spirit on the hill

There is grace, there is salvation

Every heart finds a sweet release

There is healing

for the broken

In that house of grace and peace

The doors were wide,

the windows high

Singing songs under the sky

The spirit fell like morning dew

And made every broken vessel new

On the hill, the spirit fell

(Amen, amen)