Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story so precious,
Sweetest that I ever heard.
Tell me a story ‘bout a baby born,
Leaving all of Heaven for an Israel morn,
Tell of the angels that sang at his birth,
“Glory to God and peace on the earth.”
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story so precious,
Sweetest that I ever heard, I ever heard.
Tell me the story of a desert fast,
Tempted by the devil, but he triumphed at last,
Tell of his labor and the sorrow he bore.
Despised and afflicted, homeless, rejected and poor.
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story so precious,
Sweetest that I ever heard, I ever heard.
Tell of the cross where they nailed him,
Writhing in anguish and pain,
Tell of the grave where they laid him,
And how he’s living again.
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story so precious,
Sweetest that I ever heard,
Tell me the story of Jesus,
Write on my heart every word,
Tell me the story so precious,
Sweetest that I ever heard, I ever heard.
