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 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.