tell me the story of jesus

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 me the story of Jesus,

write on my heart every word,

tell me the story most precious,

sweetest that ever was heard.




Fasting alone in the desert,

tell of the days that He passed;

how He was tried and was tempted,

yet was triumphant at last.

Tell of the years of His labours,

tell of the sorrows He bore;

He was despised and afflicted,

homeless, rejected, and poor.




Tell of the cross where they nailed Him,

dying 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