1 I want to tell the story,
Of Jesus and his cross,
In nothing else I’ll glory,
Count all things else but loss.
I want to tell how calmly
He bore the cross for me,
Exclaiming while thus bleeding,
I suffered this for you.
2 I want to tell the story,
It has a word of cheer,
To ev’ry pensive mourner
Assuaging every fear.
I want to tell the story,
That all may know its worth,
And share its constant glory,
The prize of heav’nly birth.
3 I want to tell how sweetly,
His voice in accents true,
Prayed Father, oh, forgive them,
They know not what they do.
I want to tell the story,
It has a pleasing sound,
Conveying blissful tidings,
To nature’s utmost bound.
Source: Pearls of Praise #67