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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. |
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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. |
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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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Tell me the same old story, When you have cause to fear That this world’s empty glory Is costing me too dear; And when the Lord’s bright glory Is dawning on my soul, Tell me the old, old story: “Christ Jesus makes thee whole.” |
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Oklahoma, United States
I have fond memories of my grandma singing this as she did dishes looking out the window with a smile on her face.
love it.
Ochtrup, Munsterland. Northrhein Westfalen, Germany
I love the old story, because we sang it in sunday school, I am now 69 yrs. old, and I was going down memory lane, and thought about the old story. Wonderful!
Oslo, Norge, Norway
That song was sung during my childhood - in Norwegian revival circles. It goes in me to the heart!