I HEARD AN OLD

I heard an old, old story,

how a Saviour came from glory,

how He gave His life on Calvary

to save a wretch like me.

I heard about His groaning,

of His precious blood's atoning.

Then I repented of my sins and won

the victory.




Oh, victory in Jesus, my Saviour,

forever!

He sought me and bought me with

His redeeming blood.

He loved me ere I knew Him,

and all my love is due Him.

He plunged me to victory beneath

the cleansing flood.




I heard about His healing,

of His cleansing power revealing,

how He made the lame to walk again

and caused the blind to see.

And then I cried, ‘Dear Jesus,

come and heal my broken spirit’;

and somehow Jesus came and brought

to me the victory.




I heard about a mansion

He has built for me in glory,

and I heard about the streets of gold

beyond the crystal sea;

about the angels singing,

and the old redemption story.

And some sweet day I'll sing up there

the song of victory