tell me the stories of jesus

Tell me the stories of Jesus

I love to hear;

things I would ask him to tell me

if he were here:

scenes by the wayside,

tales of the sea,

stories of Jesus,

tell them to me.




First let me hear how the children

stood round his knee,

and I shall fancy his blessing

resting on me;

words full of kindness,

deeds full of grace,

all in the lovelight

of Jesus' face.




Into the city I'd follow,

there take my stand,

waving a branch of the palm tree

high in my hand;

one of his heralds,

yes, I would sing

loudest hosannas,

Jesus is King!