1 

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 can do.

 2 

I love to tell the story;

   More wonderful it seems

Than all the golden fancies

   Of all my 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.

 3 

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.

 4 

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.