We tell it as we jour­ney
T’ward the man­sions built above,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;
We sing it out with glad­ness,
In the me­lo­dies of love,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

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Ring it out (ring it out)
Ring it out (ring it out),
Ring, to ev­ery tribe and na­tion,
Ring it out (ev­ery­where),
Ring it out (ev­ery­where),
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

His hand can lift the fall­en,
And His blood can make them white,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;
His love can pierce the dark­ness
With a ne­ver fad­ing light,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

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We’ll sing it in the bat­tle,
And its notes shall vic­t’ry be,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;
We’ll sing it in our tr­ials,
Till the pass­ing sha­dows flee,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

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The an­gels look with won­der,
Yet their harps can ne­ver tell,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion;
His ran­somed, clothed with beau­ty,
Shall the praise of Je­sus swell,
The grand old sto­ry of sal­va­tion.

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