There’s a sweet old story
Which I love to hear,
When the night is long and dreary;
When I feel the power
Of the tempter near,
And my soul is sad and weary.

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’Tis the old, old story of His love,
’Tis the sweet, old message from above;
For no other can I find
That can calm a troubled mind,
Like the sweet old story of His love.

There’s a sweet old story
That I love to read
When my spirit dreads the morrow,
When, to help me onward,
Strength or cheer I need,
Or when comfort I would borrow.

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There’s a sweet old story
That I love to tell,
To the heart by grief o’ertaken,
To the friendless brothers
Who in darkness dwell,
And to those by hope forsaken.

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