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I Love To Tell The Story |
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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. |
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I love to tell the story, |
’Twill be my theme in glory |
To tell the old, old story |
Of Jesus and His love. |
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I love to tell the story; |
More wonderful it seems |
Than all the golden fancies |
Of all my golden dreams, |
I love to tell the story, |
It did so much for me; |
And that is just the reason |
I tell it now to thee. |
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I love to tell the story; |
’Tis pleasant to repeat |
What 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. |
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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, |
’Twill be the old, old story, |
That I have loved so long. |
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