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 it's true; It satisfies my longings As nothing else could do. I love to tell the story; It will be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story; It's pleasant to repeat It seems, each time I tell it, More wonderfully sweet. I love to tell the story, For some have never heard The message of salvation From God's own holy Word. I love to tell the story; It will be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love. 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, I'll tell the old, old story That I have loved so long I love to tell the story; It will be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love. I love to tell the story; It will be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love.