96. Tell me the old, old story, of unseen things
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 (3)
Of Jesus and His love.
2 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.
3 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.
4 Tell me the same old story, when you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory, it’s costing me to dear.
Yes, and when that world’s glory, is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.”