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The Story that Never Grows Old

Emily Huntington Miller, 1867.

I love to hear the story

Which angel voices tell,

How once the King of glory

Came down to earth to dwell.

I am both weak and sinful,

But this I surely know,

The Lord came down to save me,

Because He loved me so.

I’m glad my blessed Saviour

Was once a child like me,

To show how pure and holy

His little ones should be;

And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,

He never will forget me,

Because He loves me so.

To sing His love and mercy

My sweetest songs I’ll raise!

And though I cannot see Him,

I know He hears my praise;

For He has kindly promised

That even I may go

To sing among His angels,

Because He loves me so.

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