1 I love to hear the story old,
Which, ev’ry time I heart it told,
Is sweeter than it was before,
And makes me long to hear it more.
Story of love, ever new,
Story of love, ever true,
Story of wonderful grace that shall not grow old.
Wonderful words of the King!
Unto His name we will sing,
Telling to others the story the sweetest e’er told.
2 It tells me of my blessed Lord—
‘Tis written in His holy Word—
Who came from heav’n to earth below,
The sorrows of mankind to know. [Refrain]
3 It tells me how His life He gave
That He a world from sin might save;
And unto others I would tell
The words of truth I love so well. [Refrain]