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The sweetest story told on earth,
Or heard in Heav’n above,
Is told of Jesus and His birth,
Of Jesus and His love.
O story never old,
The sweetest ever told!
Until the gates of gold
swing back for me;
I’ll tell it o’er and o’er,
And then on yonder shore
It still forevermore
my song shall be.
He took upon Himself the guilt
Of all my sins and thine,
And on the cross of Calvary
He paid thy debt and mine.
O story never old,
The sweetest ever told!
Until the gates of gold
swing back for me;
I’ll tell it o’er and o’er,
And then on yonder shore
It still forevermore
my song shall be.
“There was no other good enough
To pay the price of sin;
He only could unlock the gate
Of Heav’n and let us in.”
O story never old,
The sweetest ever told!
Until the gates of gold
swing back for me;
I’ll tell it o’er and o’er,
And then on yonder shore
It still forevermore
my song shall be.
“O dearly, dearly hath He loved
And we must love Him, too,
And trust in His redeeming love,
And try His works to do.”
O story never old,
The sweetest ever told!
Until the gates of gold
swing back for me;
I’ll tell it o’er and o’er,
And then on yonder shore
It still forevermore
my song shall be.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 28:7;
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Name:
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THE STORY NEVER OLD
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.) and refra
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