#229: Tell Me the Old, Old Story

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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Tell me the old, old story Of unseen things above,

Of Jesus and His glory, Of Jesus and His love.

Tell me the story simply, As to a little child,

For I am weak and weary, And helpless and defiled.

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Tell me the old, old story, Tell me the old, old story,

Tell me the old, old story Of Jesus and His love.

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Tell me the story slowly, That I may take it in –

That wonderful redemption, God’s remedy for sin.

Tell me the story often, For I forget so soon;

The early dew of morning Hass passed away at noon.

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Tell me the story softly, With earnest tones and grave,

Remember, I’m the sinner Whom Jesus came to save.

Tell me the story always, If you would really be,

In any time of trouble, A comforter to me.

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Tell me the same old story When you have cause to fear

That this world’s empty glory Is costing me too dear.

Yes, and when that world’s glory Is dawning on my soul,

Tell me the old, old story: “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”

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#228: My Faith Has Found a Resting Place

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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My faith has found a resting place –

Not in device nor creed:

I trust the Everliving One –

His wounds for me shall plead.

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I need no other argument,

I need no other plea;

It is enough that Jesus died,

And that He died for me.

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Enough for me that Jesus saves –

This ends my fear and doubt;

A sinful soul I come to Him –

He’ll never cast me out.

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My heart is leaning on the Word –

The written Word of God:

Salvation by my Savior’s name –

Salvation thru His blood.

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My great Physician heals the sick,

The lost He came to save;

For me His precious blood He shed,

For me His life He gave.

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#227: The Cleansing Wave

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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O now I see the cleansing wave,

The fountain deep and wide:

Jesus, my Lord, mighty to save,

Points to His wounded side.

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The cleansing stream I see, I see!

I plunge, and O it cleanseth me!

O praise the Lord, it cleanseth me!

It cleanseth me – yes, cleanseth me.

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I rise to walk in heav’n’s own light

Above the world and sin,

With heart made pure and garments white,

And Christ enthroned within.

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Amazing grace! ‘tis heav’n below

To feel the blood applied,

And Jesus, only Jesus know –

My Jesus crucified.

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#226: My Savior

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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I am not skilled to understand

What God hath willed, what God hath planned;

I only know at His right hand

Is One who is my Savior!

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I take Him at His word indeed –

“Christ died for sinners,” this I read –

For in my heart I find a need

Of Him to be my Savior!

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That He should leave His place on high

And come for sinful man to die,

You count it strange? So once did I,

Before I knew my Savior!

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And O that He fulfilled may see

The travail of His soul in me,

And with His work contented be,

As I with my dear Savior!

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Yes, living, dying, let me bring

My strength, my solace from this spring:

That He who lives to be my King

Once died to be my Savior!

#225: I Heard the Voice of Jesus Say

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.”

I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad;

I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad.

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I heard the voice of Jesus say, “Behold, I freely give

The living water – thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live.”

I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him.

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I heard the voice of Jesus say, “I am this dark world’s Light;

Look unto Me – thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.”

I looked o Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun,

And in that Light of life I’ll walk, Till trav’ling days are done.

#224: I know Whom I have believed

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(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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I know not why God’s wondrous grace To me He hath made known,

Nor why, Unworthy, Christ in love Redeemed me for His own.

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But “I know whom I have believed, And am persuaded that He is able

To keep that which I’ve committed Unto Him against that Day.”

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I know not how this saving faith To me He did impart,

Nor how believing in His Word Wrought peace within my heart.

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I know not how the Spirity moves, Convincing men of sin,

Revealing Jesus thru the Word, Creating faith in Him.

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I know not what of good or ill May be reserved for me,

Of weary ways or golden days Before His face I see.

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I know not when my Lord may come – At night or noonday fair,

Nor if I’ll walk the vale with Him Or meet Him in the air.

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#223: Arise, My Soul, Arise!

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 (Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)

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Arise, my soul, arise! Shake off thy guilty fears;

The bleeding Sacrifice Is my behalf appears:

Before the throne my Surety stands –

My name is written on His hands,

My name is written on His hands.

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He ever lives above, For me to intercede;

His all-redeeming love, His pre..cious blood to plead:

His blood atoned for all our race,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace,

And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

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Five bleeding wounds He bears, Received on Calvary;

They pour effectual prayers, They strongly plead for me;

“Forgive him, O forgive,” they cry,

“Nor let that ransomed sinner die!

Nor let that ransomed sinner die!”

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The Father hears Him pray, His dear anointed one;

He cannot turn away The presence of His Son:

His Spirit answers to the blood,

And tells me I am born of God,

And tells me I am born of God.

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My God is reconciled, His pard’ning voice I hear;

He owns me for His child, I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,

And “Father, Abba, Father!” cry,

And “Father, Abba, Father!” cry.