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-'tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet;
I love to tell the story, for some 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.
