O Who Will Tell The Story

O who will tell the story
Of Jesus’ love so sweet;
Of peace and joy and glory,
Found only at His feet?

The story, the story,
The story O so sweet;
I love to tell the story,
It makes my joy complete.

Ye whom He hath forgiven,-
Are not your hearts aflame,
To tell your hopes of heaven,
And magnify His name?

Out of the night, He’s taken
You into marv’lous light,
Nor has He e’er forsaken,
But led you by His might.

His mercies without number
Commend with loving heart,
That sinners wake from slumber,
And choose the better part.