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; ‘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.
Seems 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.