Old, Yet Ever New

There is a sto­ry sweet to hear

I love to tell it

too:

It fills my heart with hope and cheer

’Tis old

yet ev­er new.

’Tis old yet ev­er new;

’Tis old yet ev­er new;

I know

I feel it’s true:

’Tis old but ev­er new.

They tell me God the Son came down

From His bright throne to die

That I might wear a star­ry crown

And dwell with Him on high.

They say He bore the cross for me

And suf­fered in my place

That I might al­ways hap­py be

And ran­somed by His grace.

O won­drous love! so great

so vast

So bound­less and so free!

Low at Thy feet my all I cast;

I co­vet on­ly Thee.