So strange it seemed and wondrous,
When first it came to me,
The story of King Je­sus,
I asked Can such things be?
I felt my heart replying,
O if I only knew!
The cross, the thorns, the dying!
Oh is it, is it true?

Refrain

I love to hear it spoken,
I love to read it through;
But O for word or token
To tell me it is true!

And when I heard the story
Told o’er and o’er again,
How Je­sus, now in glo­ry,
Was walking still with men,
Was filling hearts with gladness,
And scattering sunshine through;
My own heart longed in sadness
To know if it were true.

Refrain

Then softly was it spoken,
Come, lean upon My breast,
Ye weary ones, heartbroken,
And I will give you rest.
My heart, so sad and lonely,
A little closer drew;
I cried, O Lord, if only
I felt and knew it true!

Last Refrain

My Sav­ior, O my Sav­ior!
The old, old story’s new!
My strength, my joy for­ev­er,
I know, I know it’s true.