TELL ME THE STORY OF JESUS                                               written in 1880

The Story

            Most people like to listen to stories. In this gospel song, Fanny Crosby (1820-1915), the blind hymn-writer, asks to be told the story of Jesus (as I’m sure she’d asked others to read stories to her many times throughout her life)… and in the process of asking, she tells the story of Jesus herself.

The first verse of this song tells of the birth, with the choir of angels singing.

The second verse tells of His ministry on earth; despised, afflicted, homeless, rejected, and poor.

The third verse tells of His death and resurrection, concluding with that great line: “Love paid the ransom for me.”

The fourth verse tells of His continued ministry for us from Heaven.

Many people today do not know that wonderful story. We often find it easier to talk about our church instead of talking about Jesus. But, is it possible there are many around us who are asking us to tell them the story of Jesus? Let’s tell them the story!

The Song

            Read this hymn, and – today – tell someone the story of Jesus!

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 as 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 for our sins He was tempted, yet was triumphant at last.
Tell of the years of His labor, tell of the sorrow He bore;
He was despised and afflicted, homeless, rejected and poor.  (Refrain)

Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, writhing in anguish and pain;
tell of the grave where they laid Him, tell how He liveth again.
Love in that story so tender, clearer than ever I see;
stay, let me weep while you whisper, “Love paid the ransom for me.”  (Refrain)

Tell how He’s gone back to heaven, up to the right hand of God:
how He is there interceding while on this earth we must trod.
Tell of the sweet Holy Spirit He has poured out from above;
tell how He’s coming in glory for all the saints of His love.  (Refrain)

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