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.

Refrain

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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