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 how 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 are past.

How with our sins He was laden, yet was triumphant at last.

Tell of the years of His labor; tell of the sorrows He bore.

He was despised and afflicted, homeless, rejected and poor.

Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word.

Tell me the story most precious, sweetest that I ever heard.

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, suffering in anguish and pain.

Tell of the grave where they laid Him, tell how He liveth again.

Christ died to show He had saved me, clearer and clearer I see,

Lord may I always remember, Christ paid the ransom for me.

Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word.

Tell me the story most precious, sweetest that I ever heard.

Jesus now reigns in the judgment; over the earth He is King.

He saved us in the atonement, ever His praise we shall sing!

O, may His Word ever guide us, led by His truth day by day,

Till we are drawn ever closer, to our dear Savior we pray.

Tell me the story of Jesus, write on my heart every word.

Tell me the story most precious, sweetest that I ever heard.