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 longing as nothing else would 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, 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 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