E.M. Bartlett

I heard an old, old story how a Saviour came from glory

How He gave His life on Calvary to save a wretch like me

I heard about His groaning, of His precious blood atoning

Then I repented of my sins and won the victory


* O, victory in Jesus, my Saviour forever

He sought me and bought me with His redeeming blood

He loved me ere I knew Him and all my love is due Him

He plunged me to victory beneath the cleansing flood


I heard about His healing, of His cleansing power revealing

How He made the lame to walk again and caused the blind to see

And then I cried, “Dear Jesus, come and heal my broken spirit”

And somehow Jesus came and brought to me the victory

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I hear about a mansion He has built for me in glory

And I heard about the streets of gold beyond the crystal sea

About the angels singing, and the old redemption story

And some sweet day I’ll sing up there the song of victory

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