They tell me the sto­ry of Je­sus is old,
And they ask that we preach some­thing new;
They say that the Babe, and the Man of the cross,
For the wise of this world will not do.

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It can ne­ver grow old, it can ne­ver grow old,
Though a mill­ion times ov­er the sto­ry is told;
While sin lives un­van­quished,
And death rules the world,
The sto­ry of Je­sus can ne­ver grow old.

Yet the story is old, as the sun­light is old,
Though it’s new ev­ery morn all the same;
As it floods all the world with its glad­ness and light,
Kindling far­away stars by its flame.

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For what can we tell to the wea­ry of heart,
If we preach not sal­va­tion from sin?
And how can we com­fort the souls that de­part,
If we tell not how Christ rose again?

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So with sor­row we turn from the wise of this world,
To the wan­der­ers far from the fold;
With hearts for the mes­sage they’ll join in our song,
That the sto­ry can ne­ver grow old.

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