The Beautiful Story of Old

Jesus

our Lord

in a man­ger was born

Ages ago on a beau­ti­ful morn;

Wise men led on by the light of a star

Hastened to greet Him from coun­tries afar.

Coming to wor­ship Him

lo­wly and sweet

Bringing rich pre­sents to lay at His feet

Frankincense

myrrh

cost­ly trea­sures of gold

Such is the beau­ti­ful sto­ry of old.

Such is the beau­ti­ful sto­ry of old

Story by sag­es and pro­phets fore­told;

Waken

earth’s child­ren

your hap­py re­frain

Singing the beau­ti­ful sto­ry again.

Growing to man­hood

our Sav­ior we find

Preaching and heal­ing the sick and the blind

Feeding the mul­ti­tudes

walk­ing the sea

Tempted by Sa­tan

yet no sin did He;

Doing the work of His Fa­ther

our God

Footsore and wea­ry as on­ward He trod

Laughed at

de­rid­ed with words harsh and cold

This is the beau­ti­ful sto­ry of old.

Brought be­fore Pi­late

ab­used and re­viled

Cruelly smit­ten

His rai­ment de­filed

Suffering sor­row

in pain and in loss

Crownèd with thorns

and then nailed to the cross;

Shedding His blood there for you and for me

Giving His life that man­kind might be free

Sadly and lo tho’ the tale may be told

Such is the sto­ry of Je­sus

of old.