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.