First Line: Oh, tell me the story that never grows old,

Oh, tell me the story that never grows old,
The story of One whom the prophets foretold ;
The Horn of salvation, the Sceptre, the Star,
The Light in the darkness they saw from afar.

It never grows old, it never grows old ;
The story of Jesus will never grow old.

2 Oh, tell me the story that never grows old,
The story the angel at Bethlehem told ;
The Babe in the manger, of lowliest birth,
The highest archangel excelling in worth.

3 Oh, tell me the story that never grows old, n The story the Gospels repeat manifold;
The love and compassion in Jesus we trace,
The power and patience, the glory and grace.

4 Oh, tell me the story that never grows old,
The story the ages to come will unfold;
The kindness of God in redeeming the lost ;
The death of our Saviour in paying the cost.