TELL me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child;
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
Tell me the old, old story
Tell me the old, old story
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.
Tell me the story slowly
That I may take it in
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon!
The “early dew” of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones, and grave;
Remember! I'm the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save
Tell me that story always,
If you would really be
In any time of trouble
A comforter to me.
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear
Yes; and when the world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story,
“Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”