1 Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Tempted and led astray,
Leaving the path of duty,
Choosing the evil way.
Breaking the hearts of mothers,
Slighting their fervent prayers,
Showing the seed which bringeth
Only a wealth of tears.
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Tempted and led astray.
2 Robbing the heart of lightness,
Losing the bloom of youth,
Dimming the eyes’ glad brightness,
Stilling the voice of truth.
Missing the pride of manhood,
Missing a noble aim,
Gaining a ship-wrecked nature,
Gaining a sullied name.
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Ah! ‘tis the old, old story,
Tempted and led astray.
3 But, in an old, old story,
Full of a grace divine,
There is abundant pardon,
Even for sin like thine,
Now, with a contrite spirit,
Turn from the ways of sin,
Knock at the gate of heaven,
Entrance thy soul shall win.
Yes, ‘tis the old, old story,
Yes, ‘tis the old, old story,
Yes, ‘tis the old, old story,
Full of a grace divine.
Source: On Joyful Wing : A Book of Praise and Song #150