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".
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
writing 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.
