The Old Story | AdventAI

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, California · Sep 27, 1877

The Old Story.

Come and hear the grand old story, Story of the ages past; All earth's anthems far surpassing, Story that shall ever last.

Christ, the Father's Son eternal, Once was born, a Son of man; He, whose home had been in heaven, Here on earth a life began.

Here in David's lowly city, Tenant of the manger-bed, Child of everlasting ages, Mary's infant lays his head.

Here at Nazareth he dwelleth, 'Mid the sin of sinful men; Sorrowful, forlorn, and hated, And yet hating none again.

Here in Galilee he wanders, Through its teeming cities moves, Climbs its mountains, walks its waters, Blesses, comforts, saves and loves.

Words of truth and deeds of kindness, Miracles of grace and might, Scatter fragrance all around him, Shines with heaven's most glorious light.

In Gethsemane behold him, In the agony of prayer; Kneeling, pleading, groaning, bleeding, Soul and body prostrate there.

All alone he wrestles yonder, Close beside him stands the cup, Bitterest cup that man e'er tasted; Yet for us he drinks it up.

In the Roman hall behold him Stand at Pilate's judgment-seat, Mocked and beaten, crowned and wounded; Jew and Gentile join in hate.

On to Golgotha he hastens; Yonder stands his cross of woe; From his hands, and feet, and forehead, See the precious life blood flow.

Sinless, he our sin is bearing, All our sorrows on him lie, And his stripes our wounds are healing, Christ, for man, consents to die.

But in vain the grave has bound him, Death has barred its gate in vain; See, for us the Saviour rises, See, for us he bursts the chain,

Hear we then the grand old story, And in listening learn the love, Flowing through it to the guilty, From our pardoning God above.