Repeat the story o'er and o'er, Of grace so full and free ; I love to hear it more and more, Since grace has rescued me.
The half . . was never told, . . The half . . was never told, . . Of grace divine, so wonderful, The half . . was never told. . .
2. Of peace I only knew the name ; Nor found my soul its rest, Until the sweet-voiced angel came To soothe my weary breast. Of peace divine, so wonderful, The half . . was never told. . .
3. My highest place is lying low At my Redeemer's feet ; No real joy in life I know, But in His service sweet. Of joy divine, so wonderful, The half . . was never told. . .
4. And oh, what rapture will it be With all the host above, To sing through all eternity The wonders of His love ! Of love divine, so wonderful, The half . . was never told. . .