Sanctuary Messianic

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 my 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; ’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; 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.