1. 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 'tis true,
It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do.
I love to tell the story,
'Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story more wonderful it seems, (Ford: You're doin' fine)
Than all the golden fancies, of all our golden dreams, (Ford: That's it, fellows)
I Love to tell the story, it did so much for me,
And that is just the reason, I tell it now to thee. (Ford: If you're there, sing with us)
3. I love to tell the story, for those who know it best (Ford: (Oh, that's fine)
Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest,
And when, in scenes of glory, I sing the new, new song,
'Twill be the old, old story that I have loved so long. CHORUS