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 longing, As nothing else can do.


[CHORUS]
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,
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.