Tell me the old, old story

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 old

old story

Tell me the old

old story

Tell me the old

old story

Of Jesus and His love.

Tell me the story slowly

That I may take it in—

That wonderful redemption

God’s remedy for sin;

Tell me 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 time 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;

And when the Lord’s bright glory

Is dawning on my soul

Tell me the old

old story:

“Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”