I Love to Tell the Story
I love to tell the story of unseen things above,�Of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love.�I love to tell the story, because I know ’tis true;�It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,�To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story; more wonderful it seems�Than all the golden fancies of all our golden dreams.�I love to tell the story, it did so much for me;�And that is just the reason I tell it now to thee.
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,�To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story; ’tis pleasant to repeat�What seems, each time I tell it, more wonderfully sweet.�I love to tell the story, for some have never heard�The message of salvation from God’s own holy Word.
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,�To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story, for those who know it best�Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest.�And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,�’Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long.
I love to tell the story, ’twill be my theme in glory,�To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.