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 ! ”
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 labour,
Tell of the sorrows He bore ;
He was despised and rejected,
Homeless, afflicted, and poor.
Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,
Tell of His 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 :
Glory for ever to Jesus !
He paid the ransom for me.