Now, we have nothing new to tell,
It’s just the same old story:
How Jesus died to save the lost,
And take them home to glory.
It is our theme, it is our song,—
No other we desire:
We’d listen to it all day long,
And never, never tire.
‘Twill be our song in heaven above,
This same sweet gospel story;
The story of God’s wondrous love
Will be our theme in glory.
Now, boys and girls, tell me the truth,
Do you love Christ the Saviour?
‘Tis good to love Him now in youth,
And show by your behavior
That you are His, bought with His blood,
To please and serve Him ever;
With disobedient, sinful ways,
To grieve Him never, never.
The old, old story of the cross,
Received will bring you gladness;
Rejection means eternal loss,
And everlasting sadness.
ML 03/24/1918