1 Whenever I hear the old story
Of love and of mercy divine;
It thrills me and fills me with rapture,
For all of His blessings are mine;
It brings to my heart sweetest comfort,
For Jesus has paid all I owe,
And He is my friend and companion,—
The truest and best friend I know.
O tell me the wonderful story,
The story that never grows old,
The story so matchless in beauty,
No matter how oft it is told.
2 I love the dear blessed old story,
The sweetest a mortal can hear,
That brings me the promise of glory,
And takes away trembling and fear.
I wonder each day at its beauty;
I marvel each time it is told,
For, tho’ I have heard it so often,
It never, no, never, grows old. [Refrain]
3 O tell me again the old story,
It comforts my heart day by day;
It makes my soul happy and peaceful,
And drives all temptation away;
It brings me the joy of salvation,
Provides untold riches of love,
And guides me so surely and safely
To God, and to glory above. [Refrain]
William C. Martin (1864-1914)
Born: December 25, 1864, Hightstown, New Jersey.
Died: August 30, 1914, Rialto, Florida.
Buried: Fort Myers, Florida.
Martin was pastor of the Grace Baptist Church (formerly Cramer’s Hill), Camden, New Jersey (1891-4); Noank Baptist Church, Noank, Connecticut (1894-1900); Grace Baptist Church, Somerville, Massachusetts (near Boston; at the time of his arrival there it was noted he was from “Bluffton, Indiana”); and the First Baptist Church in Ft. Myers, Florida, from 1912 until his death.
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