DTell me the old, old Gstory

Of Dunseen things aA7bove,

Of DJesus and His Gglory,

Of DJesus and His A7love;

Tell Dme the story Gsimply,

As Dto a little A7child,

For DI am weak and Gweary,

And Dhelpless A7and deDfiled.

Chorus

DTell me the old, old Gstory,

DTell me the old, old A7story,

DTell me the old, old Gstory,

Of DJesus A7and His Dlove.

Verse 2

DTell me the story Gslowly,

That DI may take it A7in—

That Dwonderful reGdemption,

God's Dremedy for A7sin;

Tell Dme the story Goften,

For DI forget so A7soon,

The Dearly dew of Gmorning

Has Dpassed aA7way at Dnoon.

Verse 3

DTell me the story Gsoftly,

With Dearnest tones and A7grave;

ReDmember I'm the Gsinner

Whom DJesus came to A7save;

Tell Dme the story Galways,

If Dyou would really A7be,

In Dany time of Gtrouble,

A Dcomforter A7to Dme.

Verse 4

DTell me the same old Gstory,

When Dyou have cause to A7fear

That Dthis world's empty Gglory

Is Dcosting me too A7dear;

And Dwhen the Lord's bright Gglory

Is Ddawning on my A7soul,

Tell Dme the old, old Gstory:

"Christ DJesus A7makes thee Dwhole."