The Story That Never Grows Old (Yates)

How dear to my heart is the sto­ry of old

The sto­ry that ev­er is new

The mes­sage that saints of all ag­es have told

The mes­sage so ten­der and true.

The sto­ry that nev­er grows old

Tho’ ov­er and ov­er ’tis told;

The sto­ry so dear

bring­ing Heav­en so near

Sweet sto­ry that nev­er grows old.

It came to my heart when

all fet­tered by sin

I sat in the pri­son of doubt;

Like an­gel of old

the glad sto­ry came in

And led me tri­um­phan­tly out.

It comes to my soul when the tempt­er is nigh

With snares for my way-wea­ry feet;

It tells of the Rock that is high­er than I

And leads to its bliss­ful re­treat.

When sor­row is mine

and on pil­lows of stone

My ach­ing head seeks for re­pose

This story brings com­fort and peace from the throne

My des­ert blooms forth like the rose.

When down in the val­ley and sha­dow of death

I en­ter the gloom of the grave

I’ll tell the old sto­ry with life’s lat­est breath

Of Christ and His pow­er to save.