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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