Tell me the 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 (3)

            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 am the sinner

Whom Jesus came to save

Tell me that story always

If you would really be

In any time of trouble

A comforter to me.