The Sweet Olden Story

I have read of the sweet old­en sto­ry

Of the fair

hap­py Ed­en ab­ove;

Of the beau­ti­ful man­sions of glo­ry

In the bright gold­en ci­ty of love.

Oh

the sweet old­en sto­ry

Of the fair

hap­py Ed­en ab­ove;

Of the beau­ti­ful man­sions of glo­ry

In the bright gold­en ci­ty of love.

I have read of the clear spark­ling riv­er

Bursting out ’neath the great throne of God;

How its sweet wa­ters glide on for­ev­er

Making glad all the host of the Lord.

I have read how the banks of that riv­er

By the saints and the an­gels are trod;

How their glo­ri­ous an­thems for­ev­er

Swell the praise of our Sav­ior and God.