A Story Sweet and True

We’ll sing the won­drous sto­ry

’Tis ev­er sweet and true;

Of Je­sus’ love so pre­cious

Now free­ly of­fered you;

He left the joys of Heav­en

His Fa­ther’s home on high

For lost and ru­ined sin­ners

To suf­fer and to die.

The cru­el world

they took Him

With thorns they crowned His head;

And then to Cal­va­ry’s mount­ain

The pre­cious Lamb was led;

The nails of shame were driv­en

The blood flowed from His side;

He cried

O God

for­give them

And bowed His head and died.

His friends whom He loved dear­ly

And whom He died to save

They begged His pre­cious body

And laid it in the grave;

But God His Fa­ther raised Him

Triumphant

from the dead

Oh! glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah

Now death is cap­tive lead.

My Lord now reigns in glo­ry

He’s com­ing soon for me;

And then with all the ran­somed

His glo­ri­ous face I’ll see;

And shout

Behold the Bride­groom

Put on your gar­ments fair.

And go ye out to meet Him

With rap­ture in the air.