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.

If everything comes down to love
Then just what am I afraid of
When I call out your name
Something inside awakes in my soul
How quickly I forget I’m yours

I’m not my own
I’ve been carried by you
All my life

Chorus:
Everything rides on hope now
Everything rides on faith somehow
When the world has broken me down
This love sets me free

When my life is like a storm
Rising waters all I want is the shore
You say I’ll be ok
And make it through the rain
You are my shelter from the storm

Chorus

I’m not my own
I’ve been carried by you
All my life

Chorus x2

You have become my heart’s desire
I will sing your praises higher
‘Cause your love sets me free
Your love sets me free
Your love sets me free