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,
’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.

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