Tell Me the Story of Jesus

Tell Me the Story of Jesus

Text written by Fanny J. Crosby (1820-1915)

Tune composed by John R. Sweney (1873-1899)

Luke 2:13, 14 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

V. 1 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.

Refrain: Tell me the story of Jesus,

Write on my heart every word,

Tell me the story most precious,

Sweetest that ever was heard.

Isaiah 53:3 He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.

Luke 4:1, 2 Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, left the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness, where for forty days he was tempted by the devil. He ate nothing during those days, and at the end of them he was hungry.

Luke 9:58 Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.”

V. 2 Fasting, alone in the desert,

Tell of the days that He passed,

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

Luke 23:33, 53 When they came to the place called the Skull, they crucified him there, along with the criminals—one on his right, the other on his left....Then he took it [Jesus' body] down, wrapped it in linen cloth and placed it in a tomb cut in the rock, one in which no one had yet been laid. 

Luke 24:6, 7 He is not here; he has risen! Remember how he told you, while he was still with you in Galilee: ‘The Son of Man must be delivered over to the hands of sinners, be crucified and on the third day be raised again.’  ” 

V. 3 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.

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