I Love to Tell the Story

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, 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. An angel brought glad tidings: "Send all your fears away, for Christ, your Lord and Savior, is born for you this day." Then many other angels sang praise for Jesus' birth: "To God on high be glory, and peace to all the earth." I love to tell the story; 'twill be my theme in glory to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love. Christ Jesus, pure and holy, without a spot or stain, by wicked hands was taken, was crucified and slain! And now the word is finished, the sinner's debt is paid, because on Christ the Righteous the sin of all was laid. I love to tell the story; 'twill be my theme in glory to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love. O wonderful redemption! The price for sin is paid, salvation is accomplished, my heart is unafraid, for God has raised Christ Jesus to show the work was done; his glorious resurrection declared the vict'ry won! I love to tell the story; 'twill be my theme in glory to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love. The Savior of all people has brought his peace to you; now go and tell the story, for others need it too. To ev'ry land and nation ring out the gospel call; proclaim that Christ is risen and grants his peace to all. I love to tell the story; 'twill be my theme in glory to tell the old, old story of Jesus and his love.