Tell Me The Old, Old Story

Tell Me The Old, Old Story - Ann Williamson

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 old old story

Tell me the old old story

Tell me the old old story

Of Jesus and his love

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

Is dawning on my soul

Tell me the old old story

Christ Jesus makes thee whole

Tell me the old old story

Tell me the old old story

Tell me the old old story

Of Jesus and his love