I heard an old, old sto-ry, how a Sav-ior
came from glo-ry, How He gave His life on
Cal-va-ry to save a wretch like me:
I heard a-bout His groan-ing, of His pre-cious
blood's a-ton-ing, Then I re-pen-ted
of my sins and won the vic-to-ry.
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O vic-to-ry in Je-sus, my Sav-ior, for-ev-er,
He sought me and bo't me with His re-deem-ing
blood; He loved me ere I knew Him, and all my
love is due Him, He plunged me to vic-to-ry,
be-neath the cleans-ing flood.
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