The Story Never Old (Ogdon)

They tell me that the sto­ry

Of my Sav­ior has grown old;

It nev­er will be old to me.

It grows more sweet and pre­cious

As again I hear it told;

It nev­er will be old to me.

It nev­er will grow old

The story oft­en told;

The sweet and bless­èd sto­ry

Oh

it nev­er will grow old.

I feel my love grow strong­er

As I near His ri­ven side;

It nev­er will be old to me.

I’ve found no friend like Je­sus

My Re­deem­er

cru­ci­fied.

It nev­er will be old to me.

I’ll tell the same dear sto­ry

That none oth­er can en­dure;

It nev­er will be old to me.

No re­fuge but my Sav­ior

Where my soul may rest se­cure

It nev­er will be old to me.

I’m wait­ing for the morn­ing

When again my Lord will come

It nev­er will be old to me.

His word is sure and faith­ful

I shall dwell with Him at home

It nev­er will grow old to me.