Repeat the story o'er and o'er,
Of grace so full and free,
I love to hear it more and more,
Since grace has rescued me.
CHORUS
The half was never told,
The half was never told;
Of grace divine, so wonderful,
The half was never told.
Of peace I only knew the name,
Nor found my soul its rest
Until the sweet-voiced angel came
To soothe my weary breast.
My highest place is lying low
At my Redeemer's feet;
No real joy in life I know,
But in his service sweet.
And oh, what rapture will it be
With all the host above,
To sing through all eternity
The wonders of his love.