I'd love to tell the story of unseen things above, of Jesus and His glory, of Jesus and His love. I'd love to tell the story because I notice truth. It satisfies my longings as nothing else can do. I'd love to tell the story, it will be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love. I'd love to tell the story for those who know it best. Seem hungering and thirsting to hear it like the rest. And when in scenes of glory I sing the new, new song, it will be the old, old story that I have loved so long. I'd love to tell the story, it will be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love. To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love. To tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.