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
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Alternate verses:
Tell me the same old story when you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory is costing me too dear
Yes, and when that world's glory is dawning on my soul
Tell me the old, old story: "Christ Jesus makes thee whole."
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