Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love;
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary
And helpless and defiled.
Tell me the story slowly that
I may take it in,
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin
Tell the story often,
For I forget so soon
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the story softly
With earnest tones and grave
Remember I'm the sinner
Whom Jesus came to save
Tell me the story always,
If you would really be,
In any kind of trouble,
A comforter to me.
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear
Yes, and when that world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story
"Christ Jesus makes you whole."
REFRAIN
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.
