That Old, Old Story Is True

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 was 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

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 well

That old

old sto­ry is true.

They told me of a be­ing 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.

That old

old sto­ry is true

That old

old sto­ry is true;

But oh

what sweet peace

In my heart since I’ve found

That old

old sto­ry is true.

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 for­ev­er may dwell.

Where our kin­dred we’ll meet

And we’ll nev­er more part

And oh

while I tell it to you

It is peace to my soul

It is joy to my heart

That old

old sto­ry is true.

That old

old sto­ry is true

That old

old sto­ry is true;

It is peace to my soul

It is joy to my heart

That old

old sto­ry is true.

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—

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.

That old

old sto­ry is true

That old

old sto­ry is true;

There’s a man­sion in glo­ry

For all who be­lieve

That old

old sto­ry is true.