Fellowship Hall

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! 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 have 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.