Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and his glory,
Of Jesus and his love,
Tell us 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.

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 l forget so soon,
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the old, old story;
Tell me the old, old story
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

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 kind of trouble,
A comforter to me.
Tell me the old, old story;
Tell me the old, old story
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.

Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear,
That this world’s empty glory
Is causing me too dear,
Yes, and when that world's glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old old story,
"Christ Jesus makes thee whole"
Tell me the old, old story;
Tell me the old, old story
Tell me the old, old story
Of Jesus and his love.