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 it's 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,
'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 it seems of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
'Twill be the old, old story,
That I have loved so long.