They tell me that the sto­ry
Of my Sav­ior has grown old;
It ne­ver will be old to me.
It grows more sweet and pre­cious
As again I hear it told;
It ne­ver will be old to me.

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It ne­ver will grow old,
The story oft­en told;
The sweet and bless­èd sto­ry,
Oh, it ne­ver will grow old.

I feel my love grow strong­er
As I near His ri­ven side;
It ne­ver will be old to me.
I’ve found no friend like Je­sus,
My Re­deem­er, cru­ci­fied.
It ne­ver will be old to me.

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I’ll tell the same dear sto­ry
That none oth­er can en­dure;
It ne­ver will be old to me.
No re­fuge but my Sav­ior,
Where my soul may rest se­cure,
It ne­ver will be old to me.

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I’m wait­ing for the morn­ing
When again my Lord will come,
It ne­ver will be old to me.
His word is sure and faith­ful,
I shall dwell with Him at home,
It ne­ver will grow old to me.

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