Tell me the stories of Jesus I love to hear;
Things I would ask him to tell me,
if He were here:
Scenes by the wayside, tales of the sea,
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
First let me hear how the children
stood 'round His knee;
And I shall fancy His blessing resting on me:
Word full of kindness, deeds full of grace,
All in the lovelight of Jesus' face.
Into the city I'd follow the children's band,
waving a branch of the palm tree high
in my hand;
One of His heralds, yes, I would sing
Loudest hosannas! Jesus is King.
Show me that scene in the garden, of bitter pain.
Show me the cross where my Savior for me
was slain.
sad ones or bright ones, so that they be
Stories of Jesus, tell them to me.
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