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Tell me the story of Jesus, |
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Write on my heart every word. |
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Tell me the story most precious, |
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Sweetest that ever was heard. |
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Tell how the angels in chorus, |
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Sang as they welcomed His birth. |
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“Glory to God in the highest! |
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Peace and good tidings to earth.” |
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Tell me the story of Jesus, |
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Write on my heart every
word. |
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Tell me the story most
precious, |
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Sweetest that ever was
heard. |
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Fasting alone in the desert, |
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Tell of the days that are past. |
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How for our sins He was tempted, |
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Yet was triumphant at last. |
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Tell of the years of His labor, |
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Tell of the sorrow He bore. |
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He was despised and afflicted, |
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Homeless, rejected and poor. |
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Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, |
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Writhing in anguish and pain. |
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Tell of the grave where they laid Him, |
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Tell how He liveth again. |
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Love in that story so tender, |
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Clearer than ever I see. |
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Stay, let me weep while you whisper, |
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Love paid the ransom for me. |
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