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| 1 | 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 |
| Spoke as they welcomed His birth: |
| "Glory to God in the highest, |
| Peace and good tidings to earth." |
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| Tell me the story of Jesus, |
| Write on my heart every word, |
| Tell me the story most precious, |
| Sweetest that ever was heard. |
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| 2 | Fasting alone in the desert, |
| Thus was His service begun; |
| Tell how through faith and obedience |
| Victory o'er Satan He won. |
| Tell of the years of His labors, |
| Tell of the sorrows He bore; |
| He was despised and afflicted, |
| Homeless, rejected, and poor. |
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| 3 | Tell of the cross where they nailed Him, |
| Suffering in sorrow and pain; |
| Tell of the grave where they laid Him; |
| Tell how He liveth again. |
| Love in that story so tender, |
| Clearer than ever I see; |
| This is the story most precious— |
| Love paid the ransom for me. |
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