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Once our gentle, loving Savior,
Was a child like you and me;
Come, and hear the precious story,
Naught on earth so sweet can be.
Come, and hear the precious story,
How He came the lost to save;
How His life was only sorrow,
From the cradle, the cradle to the grave.
Come, and hear the precious story,
How our blessèd Lord was slain;
Once He gave Himself our ransom,
Now for us He lives again.
Come, and hear the precious story,
How He came the lost to save;
How His life was only sorrow,
From the cradle, the cradle to the grave.
Come, and hear the precious story,
Though repeated o’er and o’er;
Still, it always tell us something
That we never knew before.
Come, and hear the precious story,
How He came the lost to save;
How His life was only sorrow,
From the cradle, the cradle to the grave.
O how much we ought to thank Him
For the many gifts we share;
O how much we ought to praise Him
For His kind and watchful care.
Come, and hear the precious story,
How He came the lost to save;
How His life was only sorrow,
From the cradle, the cradle to the grave.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 10
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Dates:
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1901
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 18:11;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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THE PRECIOUS STORY
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 10
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