Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write
on my heart every word,
Tell
me the story most precious
Sweetest
that ever was heard;
Tell
how the angels, in chorus,
Sang
as they welcomed His birth,
Glory
to God in the highest,
Peace
and good tidings to earth.
Refrain
2
Fasting,
alone in the desert,
Tell
of the days that He passed,
How
for our sins He was tempted,
Yet
was triumphant at last;
Tell
of the years of His labor,
Tell
of the sorrow He bore,
He
was despised and afflicted,
Homeless,
rejected, and poor.
3
Tell
of the cross where they nailed Him,
Writhing
in anguish and pain;
Tell
of the grave where they laid Him,
Tell
how He liveth again;
Love
in that story so tender,
Clearer
than ever I see;
Stay,
let me weep while you whisper,
Love
paid the ransom for me.