The Sweet, Old Story

Verse 1

I heard my dying Savior say, “My life I give for thine; Thy sin is now all washed away, And thou art wholly mine, And thou art wholly mine.”

Verse 2

I pondered o’er each loving word, They seemed so sweet to me; I cried, “My Savior and my Lord, I’ll ever trust in Thee, I’ll ever trust in Thee.

Verse 3

And then I felt His blood applied, My inbred sin depart; My soul was wholly sanctified, His love filled all my heart, His love filled all my heart.

Verse 4

He fills me now with perfect peace, My need He doth supply; And on His never-changing grace I can for aye rely, I can for aye rely.

Verse 5

O Soul, so troubled, sad and worn, Come, lay thy burden down; Accept the cross which Christ hath borne, And thou shalt wear the crown, And thou shalt wear the crown.