1 There’s a sweet old story which I long to hear,
When the night is long and dreary;
When I feel the power of the tempter near,
And my soul is sad and weary.

Refrain:
‘Tis the old, old story of his love,
‘Tis the sweet, old message from above;
For no other I can find that can calm a troubled mind,
Like the sweet old story of his love.

2 There’s a sweet old story that I love to read
When my spirit dreads the morrow,—
When, to help me onward, strength or cheer I need;
Or when comfort I would borrow. [Refrain]

3 There’s a sweet old story that I love to tell
To the heart by grief o’ertaken,—
To the friendless brothers who in darkness dwell,
And to those by hope forsaken. [Refrain]