Tell me the old, old story
Of unseen things above
Of Jesus and His glory
Of Jesus and His love
Tell me 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 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 time of trouble
A comforter to me
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear
Yes, and when that world's glory
Shall dawn upon my soul
Tell me the old, old story
"Christ Jesus makes thee whole"