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'Twill be my theme in glory, To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and His love.

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LOVE to tell the story
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love.
I love to tell the story,

Because I know it's true;
It satisfies my longings
As nothing else would do.

I love to tell the story,
'Twill be my theme in glory,
To tell the old, old story
Of Jesus and His love.

2 I love to tell the story;
More wonderful it seems
Than all the golden fancies
Of all our golden dreams.
I love to tell the story,

It did so much for me;

And that is just the reason

I tell it now to thee.

3 I love to tell the story;

'Tis pleasant to repeat
What seems, each time I tell it,
More wonderfully sweet.
I love to tell the story,
For some have never heard
The message of salvation
From God's own holy word.

4 I love to tell the story;

For those who know it best
Seem hungering and thirsting
To hear it, like the rest.
And when, in scenes of glory,
I sing the new, new song,
'Twill be the old, old story

That I have loved so long. Katherine Hankey, 1866: refrain added

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3 Then, like a little pilgrim,
Whatever I may meet,
I'll take it, joy or sorrow,
To lay at Jesus' feet.
He'll comfort me in trouble;
He'll wipe my tears away;
With joy I'll follow Jesus
All the way.

4 Then trials cannot vex me,
And pain I need not fear,
For when I'm close by Jesus,

Grief cannot come too near.
Not even death can harm me;
When death I meet one day,
To heaven I'll follow Jesus
All the way.

Anna Warner, c. 1860

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