The Precious Story (Crosby)

Once our gen­tle

lov­ing Sav­ior

Was a child like you and me;

Come

and hear the pre­cious sto­ry

Naught on earth so sweet can be.

Come

and hear the pre­cious sto­ry

How He came the lost to save;

How His life was on­ly sor­row

From the cra­dle

the cra­dle to the grave.

Come

and hear the pre­cious sto­ry

How our bless­èd Lord was slain;

Once He gave Him­self our ran­som

Now for us He lives again.

Come

and hear the pre­cious sto­ry

Though re­peat­ed o’er and o’er;

Still

it al­ways tell us some­thing

That we nev­er knew be­fore.

O how much we ought to thank Him

For the ma­ny gifts we share;

O how much we ought to praise Him

For His kind and watch­ful care.