’Tis the Old, Old Story of His Love

There’s a sweet old sto­ry

Which I love to hear

When the night is long and drea­ry;

When I feel the pow­er

Of the tempt­er near

And my soul is sad and wea­ry.

’Tis the old

old sto­ry of His love

’Tis the sweet

old mes­sage from above;

For no oth­er can I find

That can calm a trou­bled mind

Like the sweet old sto­ry of His love.

There’s a sweet old sto­ry

That I love to read

When my spir­it dreads the mor­row

When

to help me on­ward

Strength or cheer I need

Or when com­fort I would bor­row.

There’s a sweet old sto­ry

That I love to tell

To the heart by grief o’er­tak­en

To the friend­less bro­thers

Who in dark­ness dwell

And to those by hope for­sak­en.