By Eugene Monroe Bartlett, Sr.
Capo II
Key of D
| Intro | C | Am | D | G | C |
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| I h | eard an old, old story, How a S | aviour came from G | lo-ry, |
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| How He gave His life on C | alvary To s | ave a wretch like m | e; |
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| I h | eard about His groaning, Of His p | recious blood's a- | ton- ing, |
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| Then I re -pent -ed | of my sins And | won the v | ic - to - | ry. |
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| Turnaround | C | Am | D | G | C |
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| I h | eard about His healing, Of His c | leansing pow'r re-v | eal-ing, |
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| How He made the lame to w | alk again And c | aused the blind to se | e; |
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| And t | hen I cried, "Dear Jesus, Come and h | eal my bro - ken | spi- rit," |
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| And some how Jesus c | ame and brought To | me the v | ic - to - | ry. |
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| Turnaround | C | Am | D | G | C |
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| I h | eard about a mansion he has b | uilt for me in G | lo-ry, |
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| And I heard about the stre | ets of gold Be - | yond the crys-tal | sea; |
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| A-bo | ut the an- gels sing - ing, And the | old re-demp-tion | sto- ry, |
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| And some sweet day I'll s | ing up there The s | ong of v | ic - to - | ry. |
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| He plunged me to v | ictory, Be- | neath the c | leansing | flood. |