This is quite long, but tells the story of Salvation- how man can have peace with God.

You ask me for the story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
You want the old, old story,
And nothing else will do,
Well, well, I cannot wonder,
It always seems so new.

I often wish that someone,
Would tell it me each day,
I never should grow tired,
Of what they had to say.
But I am waiting moments,
And how shall I begin,
To tell the old, old story,
How Jesus saves from sin.

Listen, and I will tell you,
God help both you and me,
And make the old, old story,
His message unto thee.
Once in a pleasant garden,
God placed a happy pair,
And all within was peaceful,
And all without was fair.

But oh they disobeyed Him,
The one thing He denied,
They longed for, took, and tasted,
They ate it and they died.
Yet, in His love and pity,
At once the LORD declared,
That man tho' lost and ruined,
Might after all be spared.

For one of Eve's descendants,
Not wicked like the rest,
Should spoil the work of Satan,
And man be saved and blesst.
He should be "Son of Adam",
But "Son of God" as well,
And bring a full salvation,
From sin, and death and hell.

Hundreds of years were over,
Adam and Eve had died.
And following generation,
And many more beside.
At last some shepherds watching,
Beside their flocks by night,
Were startled in the darkness,
By strange and heavenly light.

One of the Holy Angels,
Had came from Heaven above,
To tell the true, true story,
Of Jesus and His love.
He came to bring glad tidings,
"You need not, must not fear,
For Christ, your new-born Saviour,
Lies in the village near".

And many other angels,
Took up the story then,
"To God on High be glory,
Good will and peace to men".
And was it true the story?
They went at once to see,
And found Him in a manger,
And knew that it was He.

He whom the Father promised,
So many years past,
Had come to save poor sinners,
Yes, He had come at last.
He was content to do it,
To seek and save the lost,
Altho' He knew beforehand,
Knew all that it would cost.

He lives a life most holy,
His every thought was love,
And every action showed it,
To man, and God above.
His path in life was lowly,
He was a working man,
Who knows the poor man's trials,
As well as Jesus can?

His last three years were lonely,
He could no more be hid,
And time and strength would fail me,
To tell the good He did.
He gave away no money,
For He had none to give,
But He had power of healing,
And made dead people live.

He did things so kindly,
It seemed His heart's delight,
To make poor people happy,
From morning until night.
He always seemed at leisure,
For everyone who came,
However tired or busy,
They found Him just the same.

He heard each tale of sorrow,
With an attentive ear,
And took away each burden,
Of sorrow, sin, or fear.
He was a "Man of Sorrows",
And when He gave relief,
He gave it as a Brother,
"Acquainted with the grief".

Such was "the Man of Sorrows",
The "Friend" of sinful man,
But hush the tale grows sadder,
I'll tell it if I can.
The Holy, gentle Jesus,
Without a spot or stain,
By wicked hands was taken,
And crucified and slain.

Look! Look! If you can bear it,
Look at yon dying LORD.
Stand near the cross and watch Him,
Behold, the Lamb of God.
His hands and feet are pierced,
He cannot hide His face,
And cruel men stand staring
In crowds about the place.

They laugh at Him and mock Him,
And tell Him to come down,
And leave that cross of suffering,
And change it for a crown.
Why did He bear their mocking?
Was He the mighty God?
And could He have destroyed them?
With one Almighty word.

Yes! Jesus could have done it,
But let me tell you why,
He would not use His power,
But choose to stay and die.
He had become our Surety,
And what we could not pay,
He paid instead and for us,
On that one dreadful day.

For our sins He suffered,
For our sins He died,
And not for ours only,
But all the world beside.
And now the work is finished,
The sinner's debt is paid,
Because on Christ the Righteous,
The sin of all was laid.

Oh wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin,
The door of Heaven is open,
And you may enter in.
For God released our Surety,
To show the work was done,
And Jesus' resurrection,
Declared the victory won.

And now He has ascended,
And sits upon the throne,
To be our Prince and Saviour,
And claim us as His own.
But when He left His people,
He promised them to return,
The Comforter to teach them,
And guide them to the end.

And that some Holy Spirit,
Is with us this day,
And ready now to teach us,
The new and living way.
This is the old, old story,
Say, do you take it in?
This wonderful redemption
God's remedy for sin.

Do you at heart believe it?
Do you believe it's true?
And meant for every sinner,
And therefore meant for you?
Then take this great Salvation,
For Jesus loves to give,
Believe and you receive it,
Believe and you shall live.

-- Author Unknown