The Old, Old Story

I love to tell the story Of gracious heav' nly love How Jesus left his glory That wondrous love to prove. I love to tell the story, Because I know it' s 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 gracious, heavn' ly 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 a new, new song, ' Twill be the old, old story That I have loved so long.