I love to tell the story
I love to tell the storyOf 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 longingAs nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story;'Twill be my theme in gloryTo tell the old, old storyOf Jesus and his love.
I love to tell the story;More wonderful it seemsThan all the golden fanciesOf all our golden dreams;I love to tell the story,It did so much for me,And that is just the reasonI tell it now to thee.
I love to tell the story;'Tis pleasant to repeatWhat seems, each time I tell it,More wonderfully sweet;I love to tell the story,For some have never heardThe message of salvationFrom God's own holy word.
I love to tell the story;For those who know it bestSeem hungering and thirstingTo hear it like the rest;And when in scenes of glory,I sing the new, new song,'Twill be the old, old storyThat I have loved so long.