It was written by English evangelist Arabella Katherine (Kate, Catherine) Hankey
(1834-1911).
With meter 7.6.7.6 D with refrain, it is set to the tune TELL ME THE OLD OLD STORY, which was written for the text by American Baptist composer W. Howard Doane (1832-1915) in 1869, after he heard the text at a YMCA conference.
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.
Chorus:
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 slowly,
That I may take it in -
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Tell me the story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.
With meter 7.6.7.6 D with refrain, it is set to the tune TELL ME THE OLD OLD STORY, which was written for the text by American Baptist composer W. Howard Doane (1832-1915) in 1869, after he heard the text at a YMCA conference.
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Examples
Small group, unaccompanied:
Instrumental version - piano:
Congregation accompanied by brass-band:
Lyrics
Tell me the old, old storyOf 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.
Chorus:
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 slowly,
That I may take it in -
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon;
The early dew of morning
Has passed away at noon.
Tell me the same old story
When you have cause to fear
That this world's empty glory
Is costing me too dear.
Tell me the story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.
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