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."

When I survey the wondrous cross

on which the Prince of Glory died;

my richest gain I count but loss,

and pour contempt on all my pride.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

O! Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,

the emblem of suffering and shame;

and I love that old cross where the dearest and best

for a world of lost sinners was slain.

Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry;

O Savior meek, pursue Thy road

With palms and scattered garments strowed.

What wondrous love is this, O my soul, O my soul?

What wondrous love is this,

O my soul? What wondrous love is this

That caused the Lord of bliss

To bear the dreadful curse for my soul, for my soul;

To bear the dreadful curse for my soul

Alas! and did my Savior bleed,

and did my Sovereign die?

Would he devote that sacred head

for sinners such as I?

I Will sing of Jesus love,

Sing of Him,who first loved me;

for He left bright worlds above,

And died on Calvary.

I hear the Savior say,

"Thy strength indeed is small;

Child of weakness, watch and pray,

Find in Me thine all in all."

Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,

By His presence all divine?

True and tender, pure and precious,

Oh, how blest to call Him mine!