The Grand Old Story of Salvation

We tell it as we jour­ney

T’ward the man­sions built ab­ove

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;

We sing it out with glad­ness

In the me­lo­dies of love

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

Ring it out (ring it out)

Ring it out (ring it out)

Ring

to ev­ery tribe and na­tion

Ring it out (ev­ery­where)

Ring it out (ev­ery­where)

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

His hand can lift the fall­en

And His blood can make them white

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;

His love can pierce the dark­ness

With a nev­er fad­ing light

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

We’ll sing it in the bat­tle

And its notes shall vic­t’ry be

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;

We’ll sing it in our tr­ials

Till the pass­ing sha­dows flee

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

The an­gels look with won­der

Yet their harps can nev­er tell

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;

His ran­somed

clothed with beau­ty

Shall the praise of Je­sus swell

The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.