There’s an old-fa­shioned sto­ry,
And an old-fa­shioned song,
That has glad­dened the wea­ry
Thro’ the ag­es along,
In the old up­per cham­ber
It was joy­ful­ly told,
O ’tis ve­ry old-fa­shioned!
But as sweet as of old.

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O this old-fa­shioned sto­ry
And this old-fa­shioned song
Is a joy to the wea­ry
All life’s jour­ney along;
For they know, hal­le­lu­jah!
In the ci­ty of gold,
They will sing it for ev­er,
This sweet sto­ry of old.

There’s a band of old sol­diers
That to Je­sus be­long,
Who have told this old sto­ry
And have sung this old song,
In the heat of the bat­tle,
In the face of the bold,
And to­day they will tell you,
’Tis as sweet as old.

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O the old-fa­shioned sto­ry
And the old-fa­shioned song
O’er the broad earth are roll­ing!
Winning souls all along;
This sweet sto­ry of Je­sus
And this glad song so old
Shall be heard thro’ the ag­es
In that bright up­per fold.

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