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.
old story is true
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
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
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
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