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.