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I Love to Tell the Story
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.