O tell me the story of love,
O tell it again and again;
The story which angels rehearsed
To shepherds on Bethlehem’s plain.
The story the apostles proclaim,
With fervent and eloquent tongue;
The story which ever since then
By saints, happy saints, have been sung
The story that Jesus came down,
And was found in the likeness of man;
That he came on His errand of love,—
For such was redemption’s vast plan.
The tale of His sympathy here
With all who were suffering and sad;
How He solaced the desolate heart,
And made poor unhappy ones glad.
Sweet story of infinite love,
Which found its reward in a grave;
Which bowed to the death of the cross,
Made mighty by dying to save!
To save “to the uttermost” all
Who fly to the cross to be blest;
Who hear the sweet story of love,
And hearing, believe it, and rest.
O tell this sweet story of love!
O tell it again and again,
Till in glory I wake but to hear,
Re-echoed, the same blessed strain!
ML 12/31/1916