There's a wonderful story I've heard long ago, 'Tis called " The sweet story of old " ; I hear it so often, wherever I go That same old story is told ; And I've thought it was strange that so often they'd tell That story as if it were new ; But I've found out the reason they loved it so well â That old, old story is true !
That old, old story is true, That old, old story is true ; But I've found out the reason they loved it so That old, old story is true ! [well â
2. They told of a Saviour so lovely and pure, That came to the earth to dwell, To seek for His lost ones, and make them secure From death and the power of hell ; That He was despised, and with thorns He was crowned, On the cross was extended to view ; But oh, what sweet peace in my heart since I've found That old, old story is true ! But oh, what sweet peace in my heart since That old, old story is true 1 [I've found
3. He arose and ascended to heaven, we're told, Triumphant o'er death and hell ; He's preparing a place in that city of gold, Where loved ones for ever may dwell ; Where our kindred we'll meet, and we'll nevermore part ; And oh, while I tell it to you, It is peace to my soul, it is joy to my heart â That old, old story is true ! It is peace to my soul, it is joy to my heart- That old, old story is true 1
4. Oh, that wonderful story I love to repeat, Of peace and goodwill to men ; There's no story to me that is half so sweet, As I hear it again and again. He invites you to come â He will freely receive, And this message He sendeth to you, " There's a mansion in glory for all who believe," That old, old story is true. " There's a mansion in glory for all who That old, old story is true I [believe,"