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 would do

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.