THE OLD STORY | AdventAI

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 12, 1872

THE OLD STORY.

COME and hear the grand old story, Story of the ages past; All earth's annals far surpassing, Story that shall ever last. Noblest, truest, Oldest, newest, Fairest, rarest, Saddest, gladdest, That this earth has ever known.

Christ, the Father's Son eternal, Once was born, a Son of man; He, who never knew beginning, 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.

There he lies, in mighty weakness, David's Lord and David's Son; Creature and Creator meeting, Heaven and earth conjoined in one.

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, Shine 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, God, for man, consents to die.

It is finished! See his body Laid alone in Joseph's tomb; 'Tis for us he lieth yonder, Prince of Light enwrapp'd in gloom.

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

Here we then the grand old story, True as God's all-faithful word, Best of tidings to the guilty, Of a dead and risen Lord.

'Tis eternal life to know it, Light and love are shining there, While we look, and gaze, and listen, All its joy and peace we share.

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