First Line: Repeat the story o'er and o'er,

Repeat the story o'er and o'er,
Of grace so full and free ;
I love to hear it more and more,
Since grace has rescued me.

The half . . was never told, . .
The half . . was never told, . .
Of grace divine, so wonderful,
The half . . was never told. . .

2 Of peace I only knew the name ;
Nor found my soul its rest,
Until the sweet-voiced angel came
To soothe my weary breast.
Of peace divine, so wonderful,
The half . . was never told. . .

3 My highest place is lying low
At my Redeemer's feet ;
No real joy in life I know,
But in His service sweet.
Of joy divine, so wonderful,
The half . . was never told. . .

4 And oh, what rapture will it be
With all the host above,
To sing through all eternity
The wonders of His love !
Of love divine, so wonderful,
The half . . was never told. . .