“Tell me the old, old story, of unseen things above”


 
A hymn written by Miss K. Hankey

(1)

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
       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.
         Tell me the old, old story.

(3)

Tell me the story softly,
   With earnest tones and grave:
Remember! I'm 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.
         Tell me the old, old story.

(4)

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